Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Yeah, Sparkle was here. He was here mostly because the bars didn't open first thing in the morning and he couldn't stand to be in his room any more. He wasn't doing anything. He'd pulled up a chair behind the counter and was mostly just staring at the stock around him. Occasionally he felt the urge to just... something. Break things. Something.

He didn't, though.

He did, from time to time, just slam his fists down on the countertop before retreating into the back room for a few minutes, here and there. Whether it was to drink some of Callie's old alcohol stash, cry, or throw up was his business and nobody else's.

[OOC: Open store, but Sparks isn't going to be terribly helpful today.]

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[myownface]

Sparkle looked over the brochure quietly, biting his lip as he did so.

"This is like three weeks of full-day workshops," he noted. It wasn't like a dealbreaker or anything. Hell, it could even get him away from the island for a bit, which he wanted. "I'd miss like half a summer term, wouldn't I? I'm going to have to think about it, maybe. If that's okay."

He wanted it. He wanted it a lot. He'd have to run it by Lewis first, though, since he'd probably want to know that Sparkle was giving a middle finger to school work for a chunk of the summer. And he wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms if he wasn't attending classes. But still...

He'd be an idiot to say no.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Six weeks, if you like." Hannibal corrected. "This wager would include both workshops.

"As to your classes here, I can't speak for the other instructors, naturally, but you would be welcome to take as much of my classes as you're able, and make up any work you miss. And if the commute is too difficult, I will find you an apartment close to the theater."

He smiled. "You may take as long as you like; I will impose no deadline on your acceptance, beyond the school's and the theater's."

[myownface]

Sparkle swallowed at the lump in his throat. And then nodded and washed it down with some wine.

The apartment really just upped the ante a little more, didn't it?

"I have to ask Lewis," he said, honestly. "But I... I think I want to try."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Of course." Hannibal nodded. "If it will help, I will write him a letter formalizing it. I imagine he may be skeptical otherwise. And we should probably get you into the classes in your own world rather than mine, so he can verify it."

He'd have to move a good deal of money into the other Baltimore, as well. But it never did hurt to diversify.

"I have no doubt that you are capable of this," he said firmly. He was even willing to go to lengths to ensure it, though he suspected he wouldn't have to. "If you decide you would rather not, I won't be offended, and I would welcome counter-suggestions. If you do decide to do it," he grinned, "I look forward to proving myself right."