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Demon Marcus, Sunday

So... Sparkle had a place to stay now that wasn't Hannibal's spare room and didn't involve squatting in the back room of a place he still wasn't super certain he actually worked at yet. Which seemed like it was a step going in the right direction. Right? That was better than being a questionably homeless fugitive?

... Not that they knew he was a fugitive yet, back in Ontario. Hannibal was still acting as his surety, he was pretty sure, and time ticked by a little slower in his own reality for whatever reason, and...

Everything was sort of a mess.

A lot.

Sighing, Sparkle set about to going through the drawers by the cash register to see if there was any indication as to who the hell actually ran this place.

So far? Nobody. Ah, this island.

[OOC: Open, no OCD!]

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Hanna came in with a little money and a little cat. And smiled wide when she saw Sparkle. "Someone missed you, and wants to say hello."

"OH MY GOD VELCRO."

Sparkle was forgetting about going through the files for now. He had very important grabby hands to make. So grabby. Much hands.

"Aaah, buddy! Aaaah, I've missed you! Have you been taking good care of Bugs? Huh? Huh, guy?"

Hanna giggled, and held him out in both hands, pleased by the light on Sparkle's face. "He has taken most good care of me. He is an excellent alarm clock and bedwarmer and he keeps secrets excellently well."

"He is the world's best secret-keeper," Sparkle agreed, retrieving the cat and immediately going in for the belly noms. If it meant that his chest got bunny-kicked a few times by an adorable trap, so be it. Totally worth it. "Like, he knows most of mine and I bet you don't. That's a good sign right there."

Omnomnom, cat belly, nomnom.

Hanna laughed softly, and started wandering around Demon Marcus, never too far away. "I heard you were back, over the Radio. I wondered if you were here to stay."

And if you wanted your cat back. Sadness! But Hanna would completely understand if you did.

It was okay, Hanna. Sparkle was a no take-backsies kind of guy. And anyway, his new roommate loathed cats in general, and Velcro in particular. The current arrangement was probably for the best.

"I don't think I'm leaving any time soon, anyway," Sparkle replied, peering up from the fuzzy cat tummy and shifting Velcro around so that he was hanging off of his shoulder, like old times. "Here's kind of nice, you know? Weather's better in the winter and everything. I'm totally a snowbird. Maybe I'll fly back there when the climate is a little less cold."

Nope. Not a chance.

"I think Velcro missed you," Hanna offered, picking up a floppy hat and perching it on her head. Then picking up a sparkly unicorn shirt that said SELF-RESCUING PRINCESS. "Where are you staying, since you are no longer in the dorms?" She tilted the hat. "You did not enjoy Toronto, once you returned?"

"Toronto didn't enjoy me," Sparkle clarified, shrugging his shoulders. "Which is just as well, I guess. I don't need the place if the whole neighbourhood can't handle a couple of teenagers doing their own thing in a house down the street. Here's better anyway."

For the record, Sparkle had hated the island for years. But at the end of the day, it was the island that seemed to be doing okay for him right now, not home.

"I'm staying with Atton now. He tossed me some keys yesterday and I'm gonna throw in some money toward rent and take over grocery duty because oh my god the man doesn't know how to feed himself. It'd be all frozen pizzas and Pop-Tarts if I didn't intervene now and then, I swear to god."

"I do not know Atton well. Are you in an apartment, or a house?" She snickered at the commentary on the man's eating habits, and wandered over to pick up a few brightly covered scarves. Hanna cocked her head. "I am sorry Toronto did not work out for you... I assume you want Velcro back."

Woe. WOE.

"We're in an apartment," Sparkle replied, and then kind of froze. And pulled in a deep breath, and mooshed his face (or at least a small portion of it) against the top of Velcro's head. "And Atton really doesn't get along with cats. I think he legitimately believes that they're some kind of secretly sentient evil mastermind race bent on conquering the galaxy using the power of big eyes and tiny claws."

Ow, that was hard to say.

"And... I don't know... he seems... happy. Unless you didn't want him anymore, I mean. If he's a problem for you, I could probably find somewhere for him..."

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Hanna dropped the scarves and rushed over to him, eyes wide. "No! No. I luff him, I wish to keep him always, nein." She turned red, but held out a finger to Velcro to maul. "I just. He was yours, first. I thought, I should say. But if you can not, please yes. I will keep him."

Her English was deserting her in how much she wanted to keep Velcro, really.

"He was mine first," Sparkle agreed, "but I think there's probably some sort of unspoken rule about asking for a pet back after the new owner has had a chance to get really attached. Mostly, that rule would make me a huge asshole."

He gave Velcro a scratch behind the ears as the little cat tried to show Hanna's finger who was boss.

"I couldn't take care of him when I left, before. And now I still can't. And... I don't know. He seems to be attached to you, too."

He really lived up to his namesake, that cat.

"But you have to bring him over to visit, okay? I'm not allowed in the dorms, so that part's gotta be on you."

"I will most certainly do so," Hanna promised. "Either here, or elsewhere. I am sorry Mr. Rand does not like cats."

She wasn't going to comment on that theory of Mr. Rand's. Because if it were true, she didn't want to annoy the little conspirator nibbling on her fingernail.

"I have a little money now, from working at the post office. I would like a few more clothes."

"Heeey, lookit you all employed and fancy," Sparkle laughed. "Good for you, Bugs. Was there anything in particular you needed, something dressy or casual, or were you just hoping to stock up on the warm stuff before the cold hits us again?"

"That, yes," Hanna confirmed. "I arrived here in January, so I have some things, but, not much. And," she looked a little hesitant. "I can not save all my money for the future. I suppose I could, but-- a little fun, it is not so bad." She smiled and said, "I suppose a dress would be useful?"

Maybe? Although when she'd wear it, she had no idea.

"There are always school dances," Sparkle mused, nodding. "You've never really dressed up before, have you?"

Wild guess.

"I-- no," Hanna admitted. "Not unless it was for a school exercise... actually, no, not even then."

Look, she'd gotten the hang of make-up and hair from Raven and Kathy, and a few of the other girls, and she was wearing pink. that was all tremendously girly compared to her past life.

Sparkle gave her a thoughtful once-over, and then shifted Velcro up so that he was pretty much riding one shoulder before making his way around the counter.

"Well, do you at least know what kind of styles you like? Anything you thought would be fun to wear?"

"I-- something loose?" She offered, unsure. "I mean. I know short skirts would be easier to fight in, but. I like how the long ones look." Hanna's smile grew bashful. "Princessy." Floaty and light. "That is a word. Other people have used it."

Sparkle gave an easy laugh as he made his way toward the dresses.

"We have princessy," he agreed. "But there are a lot of kinds of princesses too, you know? You want cute princess? Elegant princess? I think you could probably pull off either, honestly."

Especially with how bashful she looked now. Awww.

"You do?" Hanna thought she was pretty, sometimes, but cute was -- it made people like you. "Really?" Ahem. "Perhaps I should see both, before I make up my mind." She beamed at Sparkle. "If only to see what it looks like."

"If only to see what it looks like," Sparkle agreed, leaning over just enough to let Velcro keep clinging, and thoughtfully perusing the racks. "What's your favourite colour, Hanna? I can probably work with that, too."

"Ohhh... Some kind of blue? I have a djellaba that is blue and white stripes, it's wonderfully comfortable. The kind of blue of a winter sky," Hanna said, trailing her fingers over some of the dresses. "Or gold. Like a sunset."

"Blue looks amazing on blondes," Sparkle shared, because that was important. "And blue and gold go pretty good together too, if you're careful how you pair it. Oooh, or silver!"

He snapped his fingers and then made a beeline for some of the prom dresses they had in stock.

"Something like this? It's super princessy."

He wasn't completely certain if that was what she had in mind, but it was a starting point, and they could work with it from there.

Hanna gaped at the dress. Gave Sparkle a speechless look. Pointed.

Yeah. That's all she's got. This is so, so so much more beautiful than what she'd expected.

"Oh, princess." Sparkle grinned a little and shoved the dress her way. "Go on. Change room is off to the side there. Try it on, see how you like it. I had to eyeball your size, it's been a while since the last time I dressed you, but I think this should be about right."

And here he was, shamelessly enabling.

"If you need help with the zipper or whatever, let me know."

"Okay," Hanna said faintly, clutching the dress to herself haphazardly, but careful not to let it drag on the floor. "Thank you?"

Right. Well. Trying it on was not buying it. Even if it was so gorgeous...

Hanna managed to pull it on, then had to stop and stare before attempting to zip it up. With her hair down like this, and, and, maybe some earrings...

"Sparkle? Can you zip me up?" She felt strange. Unreal. Like this was pretend. But that was allright, wasn't it?

If you asked Sparkle, that was half the charm of getting all dressed up. He came around the corner with a little smirk on his face, which lit up a little more when he got a look at her.

"Oh my stars, girl," he stepped forward to help with that zipper. "Would you look at you? Cinderella is almost ready for the ball!"

A beat.

"I need to do your make-up. And your hair. Can I? Please, can I? I have everything I need here already!"

Hanna was turning pinker than she thought possible. "I. Yes?" This felt very strange. Nice! But strange. "...I don't look like me. Not in a bad way but." Argh. "It's. I don't even know what to do in a dress like this."

"Isn't it obvious, Cinderella?" Sparkle was reaching for her hand so that he could drag her back toward the front counter, where he kept his make-up and hair supplies. Somehow, they'd survived the summer here without him. "You go to the ball and you have the time of your life. Maybe you'll even meet your prince. Or maybe you'll just dance. Either way, you'll turn heads while you do it."

Sparkle had this all figured out, Hanna. Let Sparkle help.

"That would be--" Strange. To be noticed. But still. Something new, something exciting... "I think. I. Okay, yes. Please. Thank you?"

"Hey, no problem," Sparkle replied easily, poking through his make-up supplies and occasionally holding something up to Hanna's face to see how the colours worked. "You wanna go glam, or are you more comfortable with something a bit more sedate, to start? We can really make it work either way, I think."

"Sedate," Hanna said without hesitation. "Please. I want to recognize myself, and the dress is almost too much for that by itself."

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