Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle felt a little weird about coming in to work while his roomie was a younger, more paranoid, armed version of himself. But he'd left him a note - in Aurebesh - saying to help himself to whatever was in the fridge (the stuff in the clear containers with the snap-on lids was already cooked) and giving him directions on how to find him in case he had any questions or needed to wave that blaster in his face some more or... whatever.

He probably would have not bothered, but he wanted to get paycheques written up, and since his employees were both already about the same age as Jaq, he figured they probably wouldn't appreciate a defense of 'the island did a thing' so much if their pay came late.

Then again, he could probably have bribed them with stuffed animals and alcohol...

Ah well, too late for that, anyway. Demon Marcus was open.

[OOC: And screw the OCD!]

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[myownface]

"A kid again too, maybe?" Sparkle shrugged. He really didn't know Cecil's roommate, now that he was all grown up and living in town.

... Kind of like he was, admittedly.

Adulthood was weird.

"If it's just another island weekend thing, at least you might be back to normal and not having to belt your pants up again by, like, tomorrow?"

[voiceoverdue]

"I hope so," Cecil said. "I mean, this isn't exactly the height of fashion."

He smiled at Sparkle. "But how are you doing? I don't think I've said hi since I came back. Hi!"

[myownface]

"Oh, you know... been better, been worse," Sparkle replied, giving Cecil a wry smile. "It's been a long summer. But I'm back here, and nothing's tried to kill me in at least a few weeks now, so there's not really much to complain about, either."

Sure, Spark.

[voiceoverdue]

"Great!" Cecil smiled. "The less deadly weeks are always nice."

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle agreed, "I can't complain about those ones. Maybe the island will lay off on those for a while. I could live with that."