Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle still wasn't over being turned into a kid the other weekend. It seemed like such a little thing, and he hadn't come to any harm or anything, but he hated - hated - being vulnerable like that, and having those vulnerabilities bared to the whole damn world.

So today he was working on winter displays. Bright and colourful ones. He was making it a personal challenge, trying to see how many colours of the rainbow he could work into each mannequin's wardrobe while still having them look good, and he was finding that he was having good luck with purples and oranges together, and hot pinks with lime greens. Because if you were going to be going outside in the wintertime, you better be good and blinding, apparently. The roads were going to be slick! Nobody wants to be hit by a skidding rickshaw!

These arguments worked better in places with actual traffic, maybe. Ah well.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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[imafuturist]

"Your windows look like an 80's pride parade," Tony remarked, shaking off his coat. Because he was a great friend like that, Sparkle.

[myownface]

"The 80s were a proud and noble decade," Sparkle decided, shooting a grin toward Tony as he came inside. "And every day should be a pride parade, dammit. Mission accomplished."

Sparkle was clearly a man of discerning tastes.

[imafuturist]

"You're young enough to have nostalgia for the 80's," Tony replied.

[myownface]

Sparkle was young enough to have never seen the 80s, but he was going to keep that thought to himself.

"They were bright. And rad. What's not to love?"

[imafuturist]

"You saw my hair that one weekend," Tony pointed out.

And he'd never forgiven the Fireball, Sparkle. Never.

[myownface]

Sparkle just smirked a little bit wider at that, yes.

"Oh, did I ever."

Sorry, Tony. Sorry not sorry.

"You hair was about the only part of you that was ready for the party that night."

[imafuturist]

"I was young and dumb." Like that excused any of that perm.

[myownface]

Sparkle just grinned.

"You were young," he allowed. "It was kind of amazing."

He was so eager to be one of the cool kids! It had been adorable!

[imafuturist]

Tony made a face. "Young enough to be convinced to try Fireball."

[myownface]

Sparkle? Was totally grinning even more.

"It's better if you mix it with something. Apple cider and fireball is nothing to be ashamed of."

Sparkle also had very different standards from Tony's.

[imafuturist]

"I am introducing you to bourbon apple cider," Tony decided. For the fancy drinking time.

[myownface]

"... Is there cinnamon in it?"

This was a very important concern, Tony. The draw of the Fireball was the cinnamon, after all.

[imafuturist]

"It's a mixed drink, so you can add as much cinnamon as you want," Tony replied.

He was, however, judging you.

[myownface]

That was fine. Sparkle was very, very used to being judged.

"Well, then I'm in," he decided with a grin. "Name a time and place and teach me how to forsake my heathen Fireball ways, O Teacher."

[imafuturist]

"I'm doing this for your own good," he replied earnestly. Just ignore how he had to stifle a smile over it.

[myownface]

"Oh, so it's an intervention?" Sparkle wasn't even bothering to try to stifle his own smile, really. "Am I that hopeless? I might be a complete lost cause, you know."

Nah, Sparkle had discerning tastes when he could actually afford to do so. He just hid it well.

[imafuturist]

"No one is ever a lost cause," Tony said. "I should know. I'm friends with two versions of Clint Barton."

One day they'd stop ripping on him. Today was not that day.

[myownface]

"Ooooh." Sparkle nodded his head as though some great realization was settling in, then. "I get it. You're a sucker for reaching out to the completely freaking hopeless."

Well, yeah. Tony.

[imafuturist]

"You are at least above Clint," Tony insisted.

[myownface]

"but you gotta be honest with me here," Sparkle snorted, "how low is that bar set?"

Sparkle didn't really know Clint, so it was a fair question.

[imafuturist]

Well, luckily Tony didn't know the one version of Clint who almost defected to the Soviet Union for the promise of looking at boobs.

Tony pulled out his phone to show a picture of his version of Barton. "You decide."

[myownface]

Sparkle stared at the phone.

He looked up at Tony.

He looked back at the phone.

"... Was this taken during one of those 80s Pride Parades you mentioned?"

Just checking.

[imafuturist]

"Nope." YOUR COSTUME WAS SO SPECIAL, CLINT.

[myownface]

"I mean... are you sure?"

SPARKLE'S GAYDAR WAS SO CONFUSED.

[imafuturist]

"That was his SHIELD sanctioned costume when he was an agent." A beat. "I honestly think he was too lazy to make himself a new one."