Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

After cleaning up after his radio broadcast (and thanks again for that, King Squirrel) Sparkle pretty much made a beeline for his job. And once he got there, he hunkered down behind the counter with a pair of headphones on playing instrumental music (because if he sang along and some of the lyrics had 'I wish' in them, he really didn't want to know what was going to happen) and swore to himself that he wasn't going to open his mouth to speak unless he absolutely had to.

He did have his rubber duck, though. And if he got extra bored, he was going to pass the time by trying on the stock.

... Once he put on the dinosaur onesie, though, he was keeping it on for the rest of the day. And yeah, he was so ringing it in and buying it for himself on the employee discount. Because even if he wasn't going to wish to be a for-real dinosaur, he could sure as hell stomp around the store and pretend.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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Kenzi had decided to go shopping with some of her monies. Still wearing her purple boots, and followed by Hot Guy.

"Hey!" she called, wandering in.

"Hey." Hot Guy smiled flirtily at Sparkle.

[myownface]

Hot Guy was totally flirting with the island's stompiest dinosaur! And Sparkle was so okay with that. He was going to just shamelessly smile back, dinosaur onesie and all.

"Hey! I see you're having a good weekend, there!"

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"I am!" Kenzi wandered over, cute black leather skirt in hand. "This one, to start. And I think Guy here needs some clothes. More than what he has." Which had been pilfered from Roland, let's be real here. She fanned out a handful of dollar bills and bounced. "What have you used your wishes for?"

[myownface]

Was Kenzi going to be really disappointed in Sparkle if he just gave her a shameless grin before wandering over to the counter and picking up his rubber duck?

Because, yeah. Nope. Sparkle didn't trust wishes or the island. He wasn't going to get roped into that bullshit if he could help it.

"He squeaks," he shared, proudly. "Just like the one from the Sesame Street song."

Yes. Now Sparkle, in his dinosaur onesie, was giving the duck a squeak to demonstrate.

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Yes, yes she was.

"You're adorable. Do you sing with it?" Kenzi grinned. "What else?"

Guy, meanwhile, was now admiring his reflection. Hey there.

[myownface]

Guy did have a pretty great reflection! Sparkle was admiring it from the corner of his eye, too. Because, hey.

"Of course I sing with it. As for what else? He totally floats. Filled the bathroom sink up with water just to make sure."

That wasn't what she was asking, Spark.

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"I meant, what else did you wish for? Or did you only get one wish? Look, boots!"

Very shiny.

Hot Guy winked at Sparkle, then checked out his own butt.

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"Those boots are totally kickass boots," Sparkle agreed. "Not my style, though. I like the ones I have, see?"

... They were a little scuffed, he'd been meaning to polish them. But they were broken in, at the very least, and he was happy enough with them.

See how he was totally avoiding the question, again?

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"Spaaarkle," Kenzi drawled. "Sparkle? You *did* get some other stuff before the wishing broke, right?"

[myownface]

"Who says my wishing broke?"

So, that was a 'no.'

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"EEEEEE!"

Guy jumped, looked around, bewildered, then put a coat over his head.

"You still have wishes! You can wish stuff for me!"

[myownface]

Sparkle was now giving Kenzi the look of a guy who was pretty sure one of his best friends had gone totally cracked.

"What? Why the hell would I use my wishes on you?"

You know. The ones he didn't want in the first place. Those wishes.

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"Because you're my friend! And you're not using them! Are you saving them for something big? If you're not saving them you should spend them!"

This probably explained a lot of Kenzi's attitude toward money, too.

"I wasted one wish on a space suit for Roland, come oooooon!"

[myownface]

"... A space suit? Really? Is he planning on going on a trip or something?"

Lookit Sparkle, diverting that topic again like a champ!

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"No, I was just trying to prove a point-- not the point! The point is, wishes! Going unwished! Wish me, pleeeeeeeeeease?"

Guy also looked hopeful. And put his chin on Kenzi's shoulder to give Sparkle the puppy eyes.

[myownface]

Sparkle pursed his lips for a moment, looking like maybe he was seriously thinking this over.

"Wish you what? Like, where I'm standing, I could give you my wishes, but that'd be dumb. Maybe I want a dozen more ducks. Maybe I want a thousand more ducks. Maybe I want to put a spell on my duck so that every time I squeak it, I get more ducks."

There could be a mighty need for that sort of thing!

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"But, but," Kenzi spluttered. "You could wish for money, which can buy you ducks!"

This is just basic economics, Sparkle!

"What is your thing with ducks?"

"Ducks," Guy repeated.

...and disappeared. Along with Kenzi's boots, leaving her on the floor. "WHAT?"

[myownface]

And... there went Sparkle's duck. His hand closed into a fist instead of giving the duck a pointed squeak, even.

Yeah. Yeah, he knew he couldn't trust this damn island.

"I don't miss ducks when they're gone," he said, simply. "Fuck ducks."

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"NOOOOOOOO!" Kenzi wailed, pounding her hands on the floor like a toddler. "MY BOOTS! MY MONEY!"

... Sorry, Guy.

[myownface]

"And," Sparkle chirped, "looks like I still have my boots. But here, I'll give you a discount on any pair here, if you want."

Because, you know, she didn't have money.

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"ISLAND. You have betrayed me. Again. As you inevitably, insanely, always do." Kenzi dramatically moped her way to her feet, face set in a pout. "Can I try on all the boots in my size? Even if I don't wanna buy them all?"

[myownface]

"Will doing that help make you feel better about your life and your choices?"

Note how that answer didn't have a 'no' attached. At all.

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"I make good choices!.... yes." Sadness! Pitifulness! Loss of dollars and kicky boots and man-candy-to-admire!

[myownface]

It'd be fine, Kenzi. The island had plenty of man-candy anyway.

"Go on," he replied, shaking his head and waving a hand toward the boots. "Just put them back where you found them if you don't take them home, okay?"