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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

The Big Boo was going to do his best to boo-lend in, at least until he could get a pretty secure foothold in the body he was possessing or until he got boored and decided to wander back home to Monstro Town. The trouble with that was (as if it hadn't already been obvious after his radio broadcast yesterday), he really had no idea what it was a 'Sparkle' did, booyond his class schedule and the days he worked at different shops in town.

So, when he stepped into Dite's today and look a look around...

Well...

If anyone needed Sparkle or Boo today, they would be parked firmly behind the counter at Dite's, blushing furiously and covering Sparkle's face.

Not looking not looking not looking...

Somewhere deep down, Sparkle was just laughing. If he had to be possessed by anyone, at least he got an amusing ghost.

[OOC: Open!]

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See, Atton had only gotten back to the island this morning - as per usual, don't ask - and the first thing that had happened was a blast of wrong hitting him in the face.

So of course the kid was the first one he was going to check in on.

"Sparks, hey-- oh, space."

That didn't feel right.

Oh! Oh, a customer! Boo could handle a customer! He was really good at that! He would just look up and smile at the person who just walked into the shop, and he'd help him find some... merchandise... and then he'd send him on his merry way! Any minute now!

...

Really! Any moment!

...

Nope. Just blushing. Blushing and covering his face. Maybe if he hid behind his hands long enough, the customer would go away? It was worth a shot.

Seriously, underneath it all, Sparkle was just laughing even harder. He just had to get the most pathetic ghost on the island, didn't he?

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Atton squinted at him. Stupid half-trained Force senses, he couldn't quite make out what was going on here, except for the part he'd be able to figure out even if he didn't have them.

"Well, you're not Sparkle."

"Yes I am, go away!"

... The Big Boo was very bad at this.

"Or maybe turn around or close your eyes or something! I'm having... a bad hair day!"

Because that was somehow something new for Sparkle.

"The hair does look stupid," Atton supplied, "But it usually does. Now you're going to tell me what you're doing running around with Sparkle's face, and then you're going to stop doing it. Not necessarily in that order."

Because no. Just no. This was creepy.

The Big Boo took a moment to peek at Atton between his fingers.

"... I like it here?"

This was working out so well for him boofore somebody decided to call him out on it. Boooo.

"And I don't want to go."

You tell 'im, Boo.

This better just be some Fandom thing that went away the next day.

Except that wasn't what his cryptic-ass Force senses were telling him, ugh.

"And I wanted to be at home eating a ham sandwich in front of the vid screen right now," he shot back. "Nobody gets what they want!"

...

...

"I'm not keeping you from making a ham sandwich," Boo pointed out, peering over his hands, now. "Am I?"

You were perfectly welcome to go have a sandwich party, Atton.

Atton rolled his eyes. "I'm not abandoning my TA to some loser... whatever you are... just for a ham sandwich," he retorted. "Do I actually have to spell that out?"

There was a long pause, there, before Boo actually ventured to reply, "Can you spell it?"

Could you? Could you, though? It could be like a word puzzle, and Boo liked those.

He shouldn't ask. He really shouldn't--

"Spell what?"

"Spell what you said," Boo replied, slowly, as though he was talking to a small child. "About how you weren't going to abandon your TA for a ham sandwich. Which, boo the way, seems like a silly waste to me."

Because ham sandwich.

"I like my TA better than I do ham sandwiches," Atton said.

See, Sparkle? He cared and stuff. "So I'm not going to spell it out, and you're going to-- I dunno, get out of his body, or show me where the hell you hid his body, or however this works."

There was another long pause before The Big Boo tilted his head at Atton and said, "Or...?"

He was shy at first, sure, but if Atton was going to be pushy about this...

"Or I'm going to figure out a way to make you, and it won't be pretty," Atton said.

Though damn it, he was a little limited by the fact this might be Sparkle's body, here.

"... But you don't know how to right now, do you?"

That was what 'figure out a way' meant, wasn't it? Boo was grinning outright, now, as he started to see his upper hand.

Knock him unconscious?

... Actually, Atton could do that, come to think. Though how much would it help? It'd keep whatever this was from making off with Sparkle, at least... Maybe.

"Nah, never mind," he said. "I think I figured something out."

Probably. Maybe.

Well... Now Atton was getting a side-eye.

"You're not going to call a plumber, are you?"

IT WAS A PERFECTLY VALID CONCERN.

"...Why, are you asking because you're scared of plumbers, or because you need me to call Mical?"

Boo had no idea who Mical was. Or why in the world Sparkle was cackling about waterfalls.

"... I won't tell! You can't trick me that easily!"

So sneaky, that boo.

Atton took out his comm. "Because I've got a plumber or two in my contact lists," he lied easily.

Hey, if he could do this some way that didn't involve the possible threat of him doing Sparkle lasting damage, that'd be great.

Oooh nononononono. Boo was raising his hands to cover his face again. No fair! No fair at all!

"You don't have to resort to that," he protested. "We can work this out some other way!"

Some way that didn't involve plumbers!

"Where's Sparkle?" Atton demanded.

He was keeping the comm in clear sight. Menacingly. Sort of.

"He's right here," Boo whined, tapping the side of his head and keeping his eyes closed. "He's okay, he really is!"

Very okay, if the cackling was any indication. Some host body owners, honestly now...

"Well, let him out," Atton shot back. "Do I have to spell everything out?" Beat. "No, I asked that before, I'm not walking into that one again. I'm not going to spell everything out. Space."

Boo really still didn't want to, was the problem.

"We could play a game for him," he suggested, after a moment. "I'm willing to make a lot of exceptions for the sake of a good game."

He couldn't help it. It was just the way he was made.

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Atton opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it.

"You play pazaak?" he said instead.

"... Play what?"

So, the answer there was no.

"I was thinking more... hide and seek, or maybe a round of tennis. How does pazaak work?"

"It's a card game," Atton said easily. "Sit down, I'll teach you."

Run away, Boo. Run away.

Boo took a moment to glance downward, just to make certain that he was sitting. He hadn't had legs for a very long time. It was easy to get confused about these things.

"I... I'm ready, I think."

This could only end in tears.

"All right," Atton said, putting a stack of cards on the table. "So it's pretty simple, really..."

He went into an extended explanation of the pazaak rules that bordered on just obtuse enough that most opponents would've gotten the idea the game was slightly - but not a lot - more complicated than it was.

"Here, I'll split you half my side deck, just to be fair," he said.

Boo was feeling a little bit iffy, but he always liked a good game, and the challenge would be welcome, wouldn't it?

"That's awfully kind of you," he said, though he wasn't entirely certain that it was. "Which of us goes first?"

"You can, because I'm a nice guy," Atton said, figuring that Sparkle-in-there would at least get a nice laugh out of that.

Mind you, who knew how far Boo would get with the really terrible pazaak deck Atton just gave him?

"Oh, uh... good! That's some excellent sportsmanship, there!"

Boo gave his cards a shuffle, drew his four-card hand, and then... set a three down on the countertop.

Woo, three.

"Like this?"

"Great work," Atton said, pulling a five out of his deck because he was going to be subtle, here.

"So how'd you wind up in my friend anyway?"

Boo squinted at his cards, and then the cards that were down on the counter, and then back at his own cards again.

"He was just sitting there, and didn't turn around," he explained. "So I just stepped right in. It was really very easy, actually."

Because of course it was.

Boo put down a... two. Because that was apparently the sort of hand he'd been dealt, here.

"Ugh," Atton muttered. "Sparkle and I are going to have a long conversation about psychic defenses."

Because apparently Sparkle needed one. Space.

He put down a three to keep it believable. See? His hand was just as bad! Sort of.

"If you win," Boo countered, reasonably thinking that maybe there was a shadow's chance that he could beat Atton at his own game, here. "Otherwise, he's mine!"

That... was a high-pitched laugh, right there, that had no business coming out of Sparkle's mouth.

Sparkle, meanwhile, was paying close attention to the cards in Boo's hand. And actually resisting giving the ghost pazaak advice, since even a shitty hand could sometimes win, if played smart.

The Big Boo laid down a one.

'Shouldn't have done that.'

Retroactive nibbing was always okay.

"Tough luck."

Atton casually laid down an eight.

No stupid ghost with a fear of plumbers was going to beat him at pazaak. Please.

The Big Boo looked at Atton's eight, and then frowned down at his own hand. Nothing in it was higher than a five.

"The deck must have been shuffled poorly," he proclaimed, setting that five down and hoping, beyond hope, that maybe the next card he picked up would be useful.

... Nope.

"Sorry," Atton said. "Guess you're just having bad luck pulling the right cards. Maybe give it another go--"

Except he pulled out a four.

"...Or not. I win."

"Boooooo."

That was actually some pretty harsh shit-talking in the language of Boo's people, right there. He frowned, looking down at Atton's cards, and then looked back up again, wearing a hopeful smile.

"Best two out of three?"

'Oh, come on!!'

"Oh, space," Atton groaned. "You're one of those."

Beat.

"No!"

"No?"

Look, Atton, Boo was really just in this for the games.

... And the thumbs. Thumbs were pretty sweet, too.

"How about hide and seek, instead? Oh! Or we could race! Do you have any go-karts?"

Euuuugh.

"Euuugh," Atton said. (Hey, he was keeping in some of the irritation. That was only three u's.)

"Okay, new plan. You're coming with me."

"... I am?"

That seemed, at least, like a marginal improvement over having to vacate the body he was in!

"To the racing track, right? We could race Yoshis instead of karts, if that's more your speed..."

"To my apartment," Atton said flatly. He got up and walked around the counter so he could grab Sparkle by the arm.

At least the kid was skinny and basically a wet towel.

"Oh!" A beat. "Um. For checkers?"

HE WAS GOING TO KEEP TRYING.

Even if it came down to being physically dragged to that apartment, so help him, Boo was going to try.

"Sure, for checkers," Atton said, rolling his eyes as he did, in fact, try to physically drag the idiot out of his seat.

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