Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was a freaking trooper, that was what he was, hauling his ass out of bed today to go work at the clothing store. Sure, it wasn't like it was a long walk, and the streets were quiet and if anybody on the island had warm clothing to bundle up into before going outside these days it was obviously the guy who was running the clothing store, so the whole trek hadn't been so bad.

It was the shoveling that he had to do once he got to Demon Marcus that sucked, clearing a pathway to the front door so that people wouldn't have to plow their own and then tromp snow and muck across the floor. That part had sucked.

So, once that was over with, he'd bundled himself up over at the counter and worked on today's sale sign.

IT'S WINTER
In Case You Didn't Notice
All Stock 40% Off If You Don't Track Snow Across My Clean Floor

Priorities.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton more or less announced himself with the loud fwumph of a chunk of snow soaring well away from the Demon Marcus entrance, followed by a string of Twi'lek expletives.

"--left Alderaan to get away from this poodoo--"

[myownface]

Sparkle was absolutely shamelessly grinning by the time Atton was inside.

"Hey, at least you have a certain kind of way with it? I had to actually get out there and shovel this morning. Ugh, shoveling."

[suitably_heroic]

"Next time I have to make a trip back home, I'll bring you back a flamethrower," Atton promised. "Might have to fireproof this place, but that seems like a great idea on this island in general."

He slammed the door shut behind him.

[myownface]

"... A flamethrower would be kind of awesome," Sparkle decided. "Especially when things are trying to kill me. Way easier to get something to stop trying to murder you when it's burning, instead."

Funny how that worked.

Ignoring that Sparkle with a flamethrower was, unto itself, a HORRIBLE IDEA.

[suitably_heroic]

Which was why Atton paused briefly before saying, "Actually, no, let's not give you a flamethrower. The insurance on this place can't be that good."

[myownface]

"Oh, come ON! I don't burn down that much--" Actually, Sparkle had to stop and consider that one before he could let himself finish that sentence. "I don't burn down things I like."

[suitably_heroic]

"You've got a burn barrel in the back," Atton retorted, tossing a bag of sandwiches on the counter.

[myownface]

"And in it, I burn things I don't like," Sparkle replied, reasonably. "Trust me, a lot of things come in here that really have it coming."

[suitably_heroic]

"Until it magically tips over and sets the whole place on fire," Atton argued. "Seriously. Get some fire-proof durasteel in here, or something."

[myownface]

"I don't actually think durasteel is a thing on Earth," Sparkle noted, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Think I could get that stuff imported?"

Yes, so that he could keep burning things. Why not?

[suitably_heroic]

"It's not like Portalocity has any kind of logical hang-ups about anything," Atton said, shrugging. "Who knows?"

[myownface]

"I might have to give it a try," Sparkle mused, making a reach for the bag of sandwiches. "Sometime when it isn't show up to your crotch out there, anyway."

The delivery people would thank him, at least.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton immediately pulled a face. "How long until this planet cycles back into the warm season again?" he asked, even though he knew perfectly well how long: too long.

[myownface]

"Few more months up this far north," Sparkle sighed. "Leave it to Fandom to decide it wanted to live here. There's plenty of Earth that's summer right now, too."

To Australia, Fandom! Where at least if everything wanted to kill you, it had been there first!

[suitably_heroic]

"There are apparently parts of this planet that don't get blizzards at any time of the year," Atton said, scooting over towards the counter so he could snag a sandwich for himself. "Go figure."

[myownface]

"Yeah, Earth's kind of got, like, a bit of everything. Something about our orbit or the way we spin around or... whatever. I'm not a scientist, here."

He'd watched a lot of Discovery Channel, but it wasn't for the space programs, anyway.

"Next vacation, somewhere warm?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Next one'll probably be spring break," Atton said. "We usually go somewhere ridiculously hot in spring break, right?"

Of course he was inviting Sparkle to tag along to that.

[myownface]

Sparkle was totally picking up what Atton was putting down, here! He grinned at the thought.

"Hey, yeah," he agreed. "Usually somewhere with, like, beaches, anyway. Can't complain about beaches."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah. Hey. We can throw stuff at people who fall asleep on the beach," Atton said, like the mature adult that he was.

[myownface]

"Almost as satisfying as watching people sliding on their asses down ski hills," Sparkle laughed. "Or we could bury them in sand. Like, right up to their neck."

He'd seen it in a movie or something somewhere. It looked like fun.

[suitably_heroic]

"Not gonna work unless you knock someone out," Atton said.

But not after a second of thinking about it.

[myownface]

"Or get them really drunk first?"

Which wasn't entirely impossible on spring break!

"Bet we could bury Skywalker."

Sparkle had seen the man drunk.

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, you get Anakin drunk enough, you could convince him to do it himself."

No, really.

[myownface]

...

"New vacation goal."

Seriously, Sparkle was now hell-bent on this one.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton looked at the window critically. "If we make it through this thing alive."

[myownface]

That one earned Atton a little amused snort from Sparkle.

"We have indoor heating, food, and nowhere to go in the immediate future," he replied. "I'm pretty sure we can handle this one."

Of all the things to fall down on the island from above, the snow was the worst, huh?

[suitably_heroic]

"The Ebon Hawk is cover in this poodoo," Atton argued. "I'm gonna be cleaning it for days if I want to fly anywhere."

Beat.

"Though maybe if I take it in close to Mercury..."

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked.

"I don't think you need to go as far as Mercury to get the snow off your ship," he pointed out. "Try, like, Arizona or something first. You'll save on fuel."

A beat.

"But if you are going on a joyride to Mercury, I want to come along."

[suitably_heroic]

"If I take it to Arizona, local news is going to kick up a storm about how it's suddenly raining or something," Atton retorted. "You Earthlings are way too obsessed with flying saucers."

He shrugged.

"So... maybe."

[myownface]

"Could be funny," Sparkle replied, grinning. "Half the population would probably brush it off as a weather balloon or something anyway."

Because it looked so much like a weather balloon.

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't know if you've noticed," Atton said, after a pause, "But the Ebon Hawk is kind of disk-shaped." Beat. "I mean, she's a Dynamic-class freighter, but I don't expect any of these idiots to get that far."

And he loved her better than anything and aaaaaaaaaaaaaanybody. Sorry, Sparks.

[myownface]

Sparkle would get over it, somehow.

"Okay, sure, she's disk-shaped. That doesn't stop people from thinking weather balloons are flying saucers. Why wouldn't it work the other way?"

[suitably_heroic]

"You ever see a weather balloon with cylindrical engines and a red-and-white paintjob?" Atton asked. "They'd have to be trying to see it as a weather balloon on purpose, come on."

... okay he was more fighting for the pride of his ship now than anything else.

[myownface]

"You're right. People are way more likely to mistake actual weather balloons, falling rocks, satellites, and stars as flying saucers. My bad."

Come on, Atton. You said it yourself all the time, Earth people were all backwards and kind of dumb.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton peeled a tomato out of his sandwich and flicked it at Sparkle's forehead. "Nobody sees my starship as anything other than a starship, all right?"

[myownface]

"Especially people who have no idea what an actual starship looks like," Sparkle laughed, swatting at the flying tomato. "But fine, fine, no Arizona. Only places where people will give the Hawk all of the awe and respect that she deserves."

[suitably_heroic]

"Why do I even talk to you?" Atton complained, for roughly the umpteenth time in his life.

He leaned back against the counter. "Anything happening here today? Please tell me it's something terrible."

VENGEANCE.

[myownface]

"It's horrible," Sparkle replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "I came in and shoveled a path to the door, and the first person who comes in all day is this Jedi guy with sandwiches."

It was slow. Yaaay, weather.

[suitably_heroic]

"Ugh," Atton muttered, rolling his eyes up to the sky. "I should've brought those little stacky brick things and scattered them all over your floor."

That'd show Sparkle.

[myownface]

That earned a little bit of a squint before Sparkle ventured, "Lllleeegoooo?"

Setting somebody up to step on Lego was cruel and unusual, Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yes," Atton said, "That."

Atton had been a professional Torture Technician, Sparkle.

[myownface]

"Maybe instead of wasting good Lego on the floor, you could just give me the Lego and I'll make something with the Lego, and in doing so it'll keep my mouth shut and we'll both be happy?"

Lego was awesome when it wasn't stabbing you in the foot!

[suitably_heroic]

"The only way you would keep your mouth shut while messing around with Lego is if you crammed it all into your mouth," Atton said.

It was true. Don't deny it, Sparkle.

[myownface]

He really couldn't, granted.

"... Maybe I'd be talking about the Lego, though?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton did not even dignify that with a verbal response.

Just a Look.

[myownface]

"... Okay, I'd probably be trying to build a big Lego dick."

Which he'd be talking about. Because dicks were great.

[suitably_heroic]

"Insulting my ship and dicks," Atton said, sighing. "That's all it ever is with you."