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Demon Marcus, Monday

Alluka wasn't really sure what to make of her weekend. It had been nice to see Kathy and Ringo.

But it had also been deeply confusing.

She was mostly going to focus on the nice bits of it, since that was more fun, and it meant that she could cart around her elephant as she rearranged the shoes without feeling like she ought to be doing anything more.

Not that she had anything she could do.

None of it really made sense to her? At least the clothes made sense. They usually did. So did her toys.

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Okay, so, Sparkle had left the place yesterday after his shift going, "Damn, I hope this turns back tomorrow." Because he'd been old and figured the island had changed, and not himself. Now he was himself again, and he sort of needed to make sure the island hadn't done something weird with the shop, because, look, Fandom made Sparkle paranoid sometimes.

That said, he'd actually had a mostly non-traumatic weekend, with the exception of one friend being back from the dead who he doubted was here anymore, and even that was a foggy memory, at best. So he was giving Alluka a bright smile and a wave as he made his way inside.

"Hey there, kiddo!"

"Sparkle!" she chirped happily. "Hi, hi!"

Alluka trotted over to him to show off the shoes she was wearing. "Look at these shoes! Aren't they adorable? When did we get these in stock?"

"Oh my god are those bat shoes?"

They were exactly the sort of shoes he probably would have actually tossed into the burn barrel if he'd gotten to them first, but ... hey, they seemed to make her happy, so he grinned a little.

"If they're your size and you like them, you're totally welcome to keep them, free of charge. You've been doing a great job around here, I think you deserve a bonus."

This was also true! But he was kind of starting to rethink the practicality of having a burn barrel in the first place. Maybe just a 'what the hell is this?' discount rack or something. It'd be useful for those weekends when people came in with few clothes and even less money, or new semesters or whatever...

They even had eyes, Sparkle. They were terrible and amazing.

She blinked at him. "I, I can?" Alluka looked down at her toes. The shoes looked back up at her. "They don't really go with a lot of what I own, but I guess I have some stuff that would work with them."

"And sometimes you just have to get stuff that makes you happy, for the sake of having it," Sparkle declared. "If you want, we can poke through the racks and see if there are any clothes that suit your tastes that would go with these, too. Build a wardrobe for you around the shoes, so that you can wear them whenever you want to without worrying about whether they match."

She laughed.

"Okay!" Alluka was totally willing to do that, yes she was. "Where do you think we should start? Did you want a new outfit too?"

"Hey, sure," Sparkle replied, grinning a little. "Maybe not with anything quite as fabulous as those bat shoes, but I'm in the market for something that isn't torn jeans and sleeveless shirts right now, I think."

He kind of liked the suit that he'd been wearing on the weekend. He remembered that much. And he could do alterations pretty easily, but there was something appealing about that 'tailor' thing that a twenty-years-from-now Sparkle had taken up... Maybe he'd consider that, himself.

"What are you in the market for then?" Alluka asked curiously. "Something fancy or just not super casual?"

That was a good question, actually.

"How about we start with something not super casual, and go from there," he decided. "You know, for those days when I don't feel like doing my makeup, but still want to look like I care about what people think."

In fairness, his makeup usually said 'I care about what people think' in that way that suggested he didn't want them to think highly of him, but bah, that was their problem, not his.

Alluka nodded, like that made sense to her.

"Maybe start with a nice pair of pants?" she suggested.

"Hey, there's a good idea," Sparkle agreed. "I'm always gonna need pants. And then we can build out from there. What do you think? Pants in fun colours? Or something neutral? I'm leaning fun, myself."

Oh, like there was any choice there.

"Fun," she said happily, then paused. "But how fun?"

There were different degrees here.

Sparkle pursed his lips a little in thought.

"Super fun," he decided. "Bright colours, like yellow or lime green or hot pink. What do you think, Alluka? Would I be able to pull off a pair of hot pink pants?"

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She looked at him contemplatively, picturing that in her head.

"Yes," Alluka decided. "You definitely could. I think we've got some, if you wanted to?"

"You better believe I want to," Sparkle replied, giving Alluka a wink. "Lead the way, girly."

He was so on board for this.

"As you wish," she said happily, striding off in her adorable bat-winged shoes. "This way, please."

"Lead on, my protege! Lead on!"

Look, Sparkle knew exactly where the hot pink pants were. It wasn't like they were even difficult to spot from across the store. But this was way more fun than just heading over there to get them himself, and it was practical customer service experience, to boot. He was so going to let Alluka take point on this one, to see how she was coming along.

Now that the weekend's over, of course it is sunny. Ugh.

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