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fandomtownies2017-12-20 04:50 pm
2_old_for_this) wrote in fandomtownies2017-12-20 04:50 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday
Peter showed up at work, frowned at the note Nathan had left, took a look at the plants in question, made a face, and ordered more.
He could guess what that combination had been used for, seeing how this weekend had gone. At least everything had ended up...well, no worse than it had started. He just hoped the other him was still doing well.
So he was a bit distracted today, but there were still wreaths and miniature trees to put together, a few mid-sized live trees to see to, and the assorted bouquets and pointsettias to wrap.
The flower shop was open!
He could guess what that combination had been used for, seeing how this weekend had gone. At least everything had ended up...well, no worse than it had started. He just hoped the other him was still doing well.
So he was a bit distracted today, but there were still wreaths and miniature trees to put together, a few mid-sized live trees to see to, and the assorted bouquets and pointsettias to wrap.
The flower shop was open!
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Good, okay, he'd gotten the right day of the week. He would've pretty much just died right there on the spot if Seivarden had been in again today or something.
"Hey, Peter. How goes it?"
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"I mean, I've been worse," he replied. "I'm capable of putting thoughts together without somebody holding my hand and I even picked my own outfit this morning, so that's probably a good sign."
Last week had been... what it had been, for sure.
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It just reminded him of how badly he wanted to punch a certain somebody's teeth in.
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"Sure, I'll take some mint water," he replied. "That actually sounds pretty good."
He paused for a moment, and then nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, it does."
He was kind of paranoid lately.
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"Here you go. Have a seat wherever. Need a wreath? Want to help me make wreaths? Hate the sight of wreaths by now?" he asked wryly.
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A beat. And then a relieved little smile. God, it felt good to be able to say that.
"Actually," he said, reaching for an Oreo, "I, uh, kinda stopped by to square up."
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He went back to working on the wreath, mostly so he wasn't staring at Sparkle, who still looked a bit uncomfortable.
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"For, uh, shoplifting from you. A lot."
Hooboy, this was awkward.
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"To, uh, end the world."
As you do.
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"Okay, I think I'm going to need a bit of context on that one."
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And now he was giving up on his cookie, too.
"Something fucked with my head. Made me all... compliant, I guess. And a couple of the people who were trying to trash the place gave me lists of things to get and I ran around all fuckin', like, Igor, getting stuff." He grimaced. "You should see what I did to the animal shelter."
He wasn't looking forward to going in to cop to that one, no.
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"No, not really," he admitted. "But I haven't driven Atton insane by bleaching the hell out of the bathroom for three days solid, so I must be doing better than I was the last time we collided with that timeline."
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"There is one item I was up-front about taking," he said, finally. "A sprig of the mistletoe. Offered to pay for it and everything."
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He wasn't going to narc on Seivarden, exactly, but he wasn't going to just let it slide, either.
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Sparkle sighed.
"It's between me and her," he replied. And then squirmed a little. "But it's your stock she did this with, so I guess you have a right to know? I just..." He made a frustrated sound. "Look, I'm not telling you in order to get her into shit, okay? But it was seriously not cool and I'm not gonna let it slide, either."
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And then radio had made it out as though Sparkle had been the one doing the blackmailing. He'd cop to shoplifting and he'd vomit in his mouth a little as he admitted that he was trying to end the world, but in that exchange on Saturday, with Sparkle unable to control his actions and Seivarden knowing full well that he wasn't okay, Seivarden hadn't been the victim.
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"She wanted drugs?" How had Peter not known that? Blackmailing someone for them wasn't a first-time thing.
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He said, because 'over the years' was something you could say at twenty without irony if you'd seen half the shit he'd seen growing up. He exhaled messily, and then shook his head and looked at Peter.
"You didn't know?"
Considering they were roomies, now Sparkle was kind of grudgingly glad he'd told Peter.
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Being a junkie...unfortunately happened. Trying to keep being one, and dragging his friends into it...
"Thanks for saying."
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"If it wasn't you, maybe I wouldn't have," he admitted. "But, like... don't talk to her on my behalf, okay? I'm totally capable of busting her teeth in all on my own. What she did is between us."
He waved his Oreo around, gesturing to the shop as a whole.
"If you talk to her, it's about how it effects you, okay? Fuckin' over your business for a hit or the possibility it'll come home, that sort of thing. The stuff that is between you."
Sparkle maybe had strong feelings about addicts. He also had strong feelings about being stabbed in the back. It worked out.
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"Eh," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "I don't totally suck, probably."
He gave Peter a little grin.
"I'm still sorry about the plants."
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