Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

It was mid-October, and just like that, it had gone from being one of Sparkle's least-favourite times of the year, to his most-favourite. Especially around here, running a clothing shop. You know what clothing shops did around Halloween?

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

So, yeah, Sparkle would be frolicking around the shop today, putting out costumes, poking through to see if there were any he could draw inspiration from himself, and just generally having a good day.

{OOC: Open!]

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[future_sandworm]

Sparkle received a letter today. It came in an envelope smelling faintly of cinnamon, and with his name on in letters that would have been neat unless the writer hadn't been distracted by writing strange spirals.

The envelope contained sand and half a Pop Tart.

[myownface]

When the letter arrived, Sparkle blinked at it, and then grinned, and then broke into a fit of laughter when he opened it. Oh, Hania. What a good kid she was.

Still grinning to himself, he made a quick journey around the shop, found a little box, and put a container of blue body glitter, some rainbow socks, and one mask inside. He'd add another full package of pop tarts and one bright red maple leaf to the box before sending it back to her tonight after his shift.