Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Life was more or less back to normal at the Demon Marcus, now. The stock had all been put out, things were priced and Sparkle was getting used to the idea of using the upstairs apartment as the storage room, having sacrificed the back room on the main floor in order to make more floorspace.

So he was passing the time by looking at schools and courses on the mainland. Not because he was planning on actually taking any, really. Honest. Sort of.

There was a costume design course that was kind of making him keep clicking back and make little whiny 'I want that' sounds from time to time, though...

Demon Marcus was open, and Sparkle was only slightly distracted with, you know, possibilities.

[OOC: Open!]

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[intraspective]

"That's right," she said easily.

She had no qualms about that at all.

[myownface]

"I think I'd be optimistic and give myself at least ten minutes before I end up dead," Sparkle decided, actually pretty cheerfully. "I'm not a 'no matter what' guy."

[intraspective]

Ino shrugged. "I chose my job knowin' there was an expiration date on my existence," she said, "that it ain't for everyone is pretty easy to accept."

A beat.

"Where are your lines, anyway?"

[myownface]

Sparkle tilted his head a little. Bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm... I'm not against killing if I don't have another option," he said, finally. "Hell, I've done it before. It always kind of fucks me up for a while after. I've... like... I've killed. But I'm not a killer."

There were some people who probably wouldn't see the difference between those two things.

He didn't figure Iris would have that problem.

[intraspective]

Honestly, Ino still had more trouble wrapping her brain around why it would fuck people up in the first place.

"And what are your thoughts on other people bein' killers?"

[myownface]

"I mean..." Sparkle shrugged. "If it was a dealbreaker, I'd be really fucking lonely around here."

Everyone he cared about on this island had one hell of a body count in one way or another.

[intraspective]

"That ain't what I asked," Ino noted, swinging her feet lightly. "There's a hell of a difference between doin' something on orders and doin' something 'cause you get your kicks out of it."

Fighting was fun and made the blood run hot.

Murder, though, murder was cold.

[myownface]

Sparkle could think of a few things colder than murder.

"... I maintain what I said," he replied, after a long pause. "Really fucking lonely."

That was... actually kind of depressing, wasn't it?

[intraspective]

Ino leaned over to punch him lightly on the shoulder. Comfortingly, maybe.

"Then I won't drag you into that," she said, because it really was that easy. "What's your stance on monster huntin'?"

[myownface]

"I've never hunted monsters, but I have killed a few," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "I mean, I guess it depends on the monster, though I'm guessing you don't mean the kind we could strike up a conversation with."