Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear..."

It wasn't that Sparkle was in denial about what weekend it was or anything, really. Honest. Hell, it wasn't even that he was doing much better today than he had been in weeks. It was just that it was October now. Which meant that he had carte blanche to start pulling out the Halloween decorations. He was getting into the groove of it, here. Fake cobwebs, little glow-in-the-dark spiders to go in them... He hadn't gone so far as to replace all the mannequins with skeletons yet, but that was definitely on the docket.

Just as soon as he got some skeletons, mostly.

"There'll be trick-or-treat going, egg cartons for throwing, and hearts full of fear! It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear!"

Just wait until he set up the big bowl of candy.

[OOC: IT'S HALLOWEEN. I mean, in a few weeks, but IT'S HALLOWEEN. Open, OCD-free!]

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[exiledisciples.livejournal.com]

"Good," Brianna said. "Atton was not lying about your work."

Weren't you happy to find an extremely white girl stalking into your shop like that, Sparkle?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal rather suspected Sparkle had nobody coming for him this weekend, and if he did, it was probably someone Hannibal and a knife needed to meet. So, he was stopping by the store to visit.

And stopping, amused, at the sight and the singing.