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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Another winter week, another Sunday spent putting out new winter clothing at the Demon Marcus. This week's new shipment was primarily boots. Cute boots. Cute, warm, fuzzy, practical boots. Because Sparkle was all for fashion - and hell, he even made a point to keep some boots that were more fashion than function in stock - but knowing the island's usual crowd and how many of them probably had no damn clue what to do with actual winter, function was going to come out on top every time he placed an order this time of year.

"I want a pair of fluffy ones," he said to Milady, whose little tank he had moved back to the counter so that he could have company while he worked. "It's like a cuddle for your toes! You know. If you have toes."

So, that was Sparkle's frame of mind today.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

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"Ugh," Atton announced, closing the door behind him with the hand currently holding onto a bag full of Thai food. "I left Alderaan to get away from this kind of weather."

Not strictly true, but whatever.

Sparkle blinked up at Atton, spotted the food bacg, and grinned.

"I, for one, am shocked that you don't appreciate Fandom bringing the Space Canada weather to the island for you. Shocked, man."

He held up a pair of boots with snuggly fluff lining.

"I can help you with the cold problem, though. We at Demon Marcus are well equipped to keep your toes warm when Fandom remembers that December is wintertime."

"Isn't that the kind of gear that gets you looking like one of those polar bears we had running around the other week?" Atton said. "What, do you want me to look like I'm your Santy-whatsit?"

"If I wanted you to look like Santa, I'd be stuffing you in red and padding your middle with pillows," Sparkle replied, smirking Atton's way. "And you don't look anything like a polar bear in these. Polar bears don't wear boots."

Duh, Atton. Duh.

"They're big furry... whatevers," Atton said. He put the bag of food down on the counter. "Did you get a huge shipment of that or is the island being weird again."

"A huuuge shipment," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "Every winter around the time the new kids show up there are always a bunch of people surprised that winter comes with, like, snow. And all the ones who showed up in the summer, and... you know? That sort of thing? I haven't seen anything weird yet today, though. It kind of has me paranoid."

Because the Demon Marcus didn't have a common room.

And because everything had Sparkle paranoid these days.

"Didn't spot anything on my way in," Atton reported.

He pulled a package of what he hoped were noodles out of the bag. "No crazy animals, no weird songs, no stalking lights. And we're coming up on noon. Maybe winter is sitting this one out?"

After the past few days, probably not.

"I dunno about that," Sparkle mused. "Yesterday I had loud bell music smashing in my face every time I opened a door. Either winter is still on board with this thing and it's just taking a nap today, or else it's figured out something truly insidious that we'll just never notice."

Or it was happening in the dorms, Sparks.

"Vigilance. Vigilance will save us from, I dunno, waking up wearing ice skates or something. Probably. Maybe. Probably not."

[OOC: My god, I was dragged kicking and screaming into a Gilmore Girls marathon and forbidden from touching my laptop. Help.]

"Going on a vacation would too," Atton said, pulling a face. "But I guess you have that handled lately."

Running off to hang out with desert princes in places that were probably a whole lot less cold than this one, ugh.

[[ I am so, so sorry. ]]

Going from Baltimore to basically Tatooine was not actually a decent trade-off to most people, Atton.

"Pffft," Sparkle replied, waving a hand at Atton before going spelunking for pad thai. "We went to the park. I haven't vacationed in..."

He squinted and stared up at the ceiling.

"Like, not counting that time Hania and I stumbled through the portal in the woods it was August," he replied, shrugging. "Unless this is you saying that I should vacation more? I could totally vacation more."

"I'm just saying Leto should start fronting for portals more if he's not saving you from this chill," Atton said.

He fished some noodles out of his box and shoved them in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "Or maybe we should just start putting up palm tree wallpaper in the apartment."

[[ ... and then this notif got lost in my inbox. ]]

Sparkle perked up a little at that suggestion. Because of course he would. Of course.

"Do you think we could? Some palm tree wallpaper, maybe an inflatable palm tree to match. Ooh, it could be, like, our Christmas Tree this year! What's more festive than an inflatable palm tree, right?"

Besides basically anything else.

Atton gave that a moment's thought and a shrug. "Sure, why not?" he said. "No way it can be less tacky than an actual Christmas tree." Beat. "You think they sell that poodoo in town?"

"If they don't have it at T&C, I bet I can find it on Amazon for cheap," Sparkle mused. "They have, like, everything. The future is now!"

The future involved inflatable palm trees. Not a bad future, overall.

"Can the future bring us a heater that'll actually make it feel like we're going tropical?" Atton wondered.

"Bet we could manage it if we got creative with a heater and a humidifier. Oh, and then we can stock the fridge with, like, pineapple juice. Can't possibly go wrong."

It mixed well with coconut milk and rum.

"You know, I've heard of worse ways to spend the Christmas break," Atton mused. "Maybe close up the windows and paint a sun on them while we're at it. Do they have a Beach Channel like they do that weird thing with the burning log?"

"Probably not, but we can always just hit up a torrent of all the seasons of Baywatch or something," Sparkle decided. "You know... sun, surf, creative slow motion..."

Seemed like a good Christmas to him!

"Isn't Baywatch mostly breasts anyway?" Atton asked.

Admittedly, he did not generally watch Baywatch for anything else.

"Breasts and David Hasselhoff," Sparkle confirmed. "So, something for everybody!"

Best. Christmas. Ever.

Atton made a face at him. "David Hasselhoff, seriously?" he said. "And here I thought your taste in men wasn't completely from the armpit of hell lately."

"Hey, 90's Hoff was fun to watch," Sparkle sniffed. "From the chin down. Running. It isn't like I'm going to bring the guy home or anything."

Or ask him to sing. God no.

Atton gave a theatrical shiver. "Ugh," he said. "Why did I come by here to have lunch with you, again?"

Ah, the eternal question.

"Probably because I'm hopeless and you want to make sure I don't swallow my own tongue while I'm eating," Sparkle chirped, giving Atton a broad grin. "Anyway, I appreciate it."

He really did.

Atton rolled his eyes. He fished some more noodles out of the package, and said, "So how's His Royal Whatever The Hell His Title Is, these days?"

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