fandomtownies | Demon Marcus, Sunday

It wasn't that Sparkle wasn't looking forward to the new year. He loved that sort of thing, all the ridiculous glitz and the whole stupid resolutions-nobody-intends-to-keep shit that was a hallmark of the holiday. Plus, bonus, it meant that Christmas was well and truly over, and the next holiday he'd have to get pissed off about was, what, Valentine's Day? Score.

But, well, he was kind of worrying about Atton, not that he didn't think the guy could take care of himself, and he didn't really have anywhere to be until maybe tonight, so he figured he could at the very least find himself some work to do in the meantime, keep his mind off of things.

He had a sign up in the window:

Colder Than You Thought It Would Be?
All winter clothes half-off if you're new to the island!

There, see? He was making himself useful.

[OOC: Open! DW hasn't given me a notif since Friday evening, but I'll be refreshing a lot. Feel free to poke me via e-mail or twitter or whatever if I don't reply right away.]

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And there was Atton, trying to decide whether to come home for New Years Eve.

Hey. Is a monster currently on the loose, trying to eat everyone? Beat. Just checking.

Worse. There are new students.

Look, Sparkle was just happy that Atton was alive and texting him, at this point.

If you're hoping for a hungry monster, I can see what arcane rituals I can scare up from the library, I guess.

More like I'm hoping you've stayed out of trouble for the whole few days I've been gone. Because I might be here longer.

God, Sparkle hated it when the phrase, 'I might be here longer' got trotted out.

Got messy, huh?

He wasn't surprised, but he hated it.

On the bright side, Sia's boyfriend maybe got himself killed in one of those over-the-top, noble self-sacrifices?

This is the asshole that kept fucking up like a fuckup, right?

Sparkle wasn't so sure that getting himself killed was a bright side, but then, he'd never met the guy, so...

Yeah, that guy. He's an idiot.

And a dick.

Atton didn't like him. He was a Jedi, he should probably feel bad about it.

But nope.

Well, he's dead. He probably won't be doing too many idiot things now, anyway.

There was a pause, and then he sent another text.

So you're sticking around to make sure Sia's going to be okay, then?

Slight pause.

Then: She asked. Which is weird. Sia never asks.

So that made it serious.

Shit. Take your time, then.

Not that Atton needed Sparkle's permission or anything, but since he'd cared enough to ask in the first place, Sparkle felt it probably wouldn't hurt to say as much, anyway. Asking, at least among the people he knew, was kind of a big deal.

Asking was hard.

Yeah. Atton hadn't believed it the first time she said it.

He sighed, mussing up his hair again.

Let me know if anything happens while I'm gone? I'll be there in five seconds.

He cared a lot about Sia. He was still a little surprised she'd walked back into his life. But Sparkle had stuck by him that whole time while she'd been gone; he got preferential treatment.

I figure after the shit the island pulled the other week, we'll be fine for a little bit. If those hungry monsters do show up, I'll let you know.

He blew a little breath out, himself, and then reached for his cigarettes and made his way outside.

Worst you'll probably get from me is some bitching about my students, if you're gone that long. Knock on wood.

Please send all bitching about students to me immediately. I don't have any this semester and I need my fix of someone else's suffering, Atton texted back.

Okay, then all my suffering will be yours to laugh at. I need to bitch on a regular basis or I'll explode, anyway. It's science.

Well. It wasn't far from the truth. It was bitch, or have a meltdown or something.

You survived last semester just fine. I'm sure you'll only lose a hand or something.

I use those hands! For all kinds of things!

And awesome cyborg parts weren't really as convenient on Earth as they were in certain far away galaxies.

You'll get used to it!

Troll.

I will text my bitching at you using my nose, and then it won't make any damn sense, and we'll both suffer!

It would be the worst, Atton! The worst!

Nah, it'd be hilarious if you did that. Stop making me think about the upsides of you losing a hand, Sparks.

I'd probably whine more than usual, too?

Atton, if you thought that part was going to be an upside, Sparkle was going to have to double-down on his whining on principle.

But it'd be funnier to read, Atton pointed out.

You'd have to do the cooking!

Sparkle, come on. That was what take-out was for.

You keep sneaking vegetables into my food!

You keep eating what I cook even when I do!

And vegetables had flavour, dammit. Flavour!

Demon Marcus, Sunday

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