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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

Have you ever tried to pin the tail back onto a giant metal rooster before? Because that was Sparkle's task for the day, after a boring morning that culminated in an impromptu song and dance number with the bird that ended, tragically, in one of the big metal tailfeathers getting caught up on a shelving unit. Sparkle ultimately found himself having to choose between damaging a fake rooster's butt, or the possibility of accidentally smashing a few thousand dollars in glass toys.

Sorry, rooster. An impromptu plucking was apparently in order.

Except now Sparkle was coming to realize, after trying three kinds of tape, a full tube of superglue, and even assorted bondage gear, that nothing shy of welding the rooster's behind back together was going to reattach those feathers.

Damn, he really cocked that one up.

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"You owe me a CD," Karina announced as she entered the shop.

To make that sound slightly less bratish, she thrust Minnie Mouse ears and a bag of blue cotton candy at him without ceremony.

The cotton candy was fresh because she'd bought fresh yesterday. Not that she was going to tell him that or anything.

Then she took a look at what he was actually doing. "... Do I want to ask?"

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"Nope," Sparkle replied, sounding a touch too chipper as he dusted his hands off and leaned back, taking in the sight of a giant metal rooster stuffed into a pair of lacy women's panties with a few tailfeathers hanging out the rear rather precariously. "Pretty sure you probably don't."

And yet.

"The CD's in my room. Has been for a while now," he added, reaching for the hat and grinning as he turned it over in his hands a few times. "I'll drop it off at your room after work, if you want. How old is this cotton candy?"

He'd eat it even if it was ancient. It was spun sugar. How bad could it be?

She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, how old does the cotton candy look?"

It definitely wasn't all shrunken and ancient! Because ewww. Eww, Sparkle.

Karina tilted her head up to consider the rooster doubtfully. "At least the panties are pretty?"

They were!

"I dunno. As old as it is, I guess?" How was he supposed to know? "And this rooster's stylin', isn't he? I just wish his assfeathers would stick back on. Know any welders?"

He didn't.

"Just eat it, it's fine, god."

God, Sparkle.

"Aren't you in a class about destroying things or blowing them up or something?" she asked, grinning at him. "Check with the teacher, maybe? If you're breaking shit, you should know how to fix it."

"Fine, fine," Sparkle replied, smirking as he stuck the mouse hat on the rooster's head, and then tore into the cotton candy bag. "But you know, fixing shit and breaking it are two totally different things. I mean, you don't see the demolition guys, like, putting walls up after they take the wrecking ball to 'em, do you?"

The wrecking ball class had been awesome, by the way.

"Maybe they should," she said, making a face at his use of his new hat. "Well, not people who have demolition as their job, that's different. But people who do it for fun."

She had to pay for shit if she broke it while Heroing.

"So you're saying that everyone who accidentally breaks a giant chicken should have their ticket in welding?" Sparkle raised an eyebrow at that one. "Because I don't think I'm legally old enough to touch that equipment, or something."

He had no idea. He wasn't really big on the thought of taking up welding, personally.

"You're probably not," she admitted, pausing and actually thinking about the conversation--which she hadn't been doing before. Oops? "Though you might like welding. Pretty sure it involves hot fire and potential for destruction if you mess up."

A beat.

"You going to drop by my room tonight, then? I'll introduce you to my crazed robot baby."

... Sparkle was making the mental note, now. Look into learning how to weld.

Good job, Karina.

"Yeah, I'll swing by. But robot baby? You're in Dean Bus-Driver's Ethics class this semester, huh?"

Yeah, she was going to regret that, wasn't she?

"Absolutely," she said, sighing a bit. "Which is fine, I guess, but it's the weirdest Ethics class I've ever taken. Want me to feed you tonight?"

"I will never say no to food," Sparkle intoned solemnly, putting his hand over his heart before popping a wad of cotton candy into his mouth.

Mmmmm.

"So, what's weird about it? Skywalker's class was the first Ethics class I ever did take. I really don't have much of a basis for comparison."

She shrugged and hopped up to sit on the counter because she could. That was reason enough.

"Mostly in the examples," Karina admitted. "I try not to think about them too hard."

"The examples? What, like, have you seen the bar with the Twi'leks yet?"

Sparkle had liked the bar with the Twi'leks. He'd enjoyed visiting the real thing with Atton all the more.

"Or the tiger one?"

"The tiger one," Karina said, nodding. "And the ethics of sex meant watching about sexually transmitted diseases for tenacle aliens."

She still wasn't sure where the ethics came into play there.

"... The ones with tentacles on their heads, right?"

Sparkle had to be sure. Because he was still a pretty big fan of the Twi'leks. Chiss were pretty attractive too, if you liked guys with glowing eyes, but man, the things the Twi'leks could do with their lekku...

Ahem.

"Or some other tentacle alien?"

"I didn't catch the names," she said, appalled. "I was too busy trying to not remember."

Grudgingly, she added, "One species had six breasts."

Sparkle considered this statement for all of two seconds before deciding, quite eloquently, "Ew."

Breasts weren't his kink.

"I must've missed that class."

"It was terrible," she said, though for different reasons than he did.

Since, you know, diseases had been involved.

"Then I'm glad I missed it," Sparkle decided. "I mean, as much as knowing about STDs and shit like that is my job."

He waved a wad of cotton candy around the room by way of demonstration.

"I'm getting to that point where I'm pretty sure I wanna keep it in my pants unless I'm with a member of the same species, anyhow."

She gave him a sidelong glance, bit her lip, then grinned at him.

"You and the rooster you've got wearing panties breaking up then?"

"It wasn't meant to be," Sparkle lamented, quick to pick up on the joke, if only because it meant avoiding serious conversation about the weirdness between himself and Alec. "I found out that he was clucking around on me. What a cock."

Karina giggled, shaking her head. "I'm terrified to think too hard about what clucking around means in this context."

"Oh, you know," Sparkle replied casually. "He's really the sort that looks for comfort in the wings of a mother hen. Pretty sure he's the kind of guy who wouldn't know what to do if he was made to leave the nest."

He could go on like this forever.

"Oh," she said lightly, "so you prefer an independent cock? Your standards are high!"

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