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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sparkle's head was kind of everywhere these days. Because of course, of course he'd decided to teach this semester, which was crazy-person bullshit on top of running a business and taking classes on the mainland himself. And he had projects he needed to be working on today, because of course he did. So he was at work today, staring at a sheet of paper, a pencil in hand, trying to will inspiration to hit because if he didn't have several potential designs for a 'Big Bad Wolf' costume by Wednesday, what the hell was he going to get graded on?

It was entirely possible that he spent most of his day just dicking around on the internet, googling wolves.

But it was the internet, and that was leading down some pretty frightening rabbit holes.

"Oh my god, furries."

New plan. He was going to try to sell Big Bad Wolf symbolically, without actually making the costume look anything remotely like a literal wolf at all.

[OOC: Open! I am somehow awake. And by 'somehow,' I mean I set my alarm for six this morning so I could stuff painkillers into a cat.]

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Perhaps Sparkle was over what had happened before? Seivarden wasn't entirely over being punched in the face, but Sparkle, being unpredictable as always, had given her something of what she had asked for, and she wasn't going to be ungrateful.

Knowing where to find Sparkle on Sundays, she entered Demon Marcus. At least if Sparkle threw her out again she now knew of an option for buying clothes.

Sparkle, meanwhile, was entirely torn while he stared down at his homework. Did he want to try to demonstrate the oppressive nature of the wolf by basing his clothing on a military uniform? Or did he want to make the wolf a little more rag-tag, scruffy, even, to show that he was wild and unpredictable?

God, costume design was hard.

He was halfway through shrugging and deciding to give one of each option a try when the door opened and a customer came through the door. Well. Presumably a customer. Sparkle looked up.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Hello, Sparkle," Seivarden said, offering a reasonably civilized greeting. "Am I interrupting?" The question was mostly politeness. Couldn't he at least have made some effort to come up with a more elegant insulting greeting?

As far as Sparkle saw it, he'd already given Seivarden all the effort she was worth. He straightened up, setting down his pencil and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nothing I can't pick up again in a few minutes. What do you want?"

"I came to apologize," Seivarden said. "For upsetting you."

She had prepared what to say, and had considered adding 'I didn't mean to', which would have been true -- sort of -- but which she thought might provoke Sparkle. She didn't want to provoke Sparkle.

And now those crossed arms were joined by one eloquently raised eyebrow.

"For upsetting me."

He wasn't about to make this easy for her. He was absolutely not going to accept an 'I'm sorry you were offended' apology, today.

"Yes." Seivarden was aware this might not be going well, but she had expected Sparkle to be stubborn. "And thank you for... what you gave me."

Sparkle sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Don't fucking thank me," he growled. "Do not fucking thank me for that."

"Why not?" Now she frowned a little. "I... I mean... I did appreciate it."

"Great. I'm glad."

Sparkle didn't sound terribly glad. Sparkle sounded a little bit like he was contemplating whether he should start throwing things or not.

"Do you even understand why I was so upset? You don't get to come in here and apologize for how I felt. Fucking apologize for what you pulled. I want to hear it."

He wanted to know she understood what she had done.

"I don't understand why it upset you so much," Seivarden said, trying to remain calm. She fidgeted a little though. "It... wasn't... I mean, I suppose I shouldn't have, but can you tell me why you were upset?"

"Not until you tell me what you did." Sparkle barely opened his mouth for that statement. His teeth were grit together, and his hands were now resting in fists on the counter in front of him. "I'll explain it to you in really small, easy words if you need, but not until you give figuring it out for yourself a try."

"I asked you to get me drugs in exchange for a plant," she said with a sigh, then raised a hand. "I know that wasn't really... appropriate, considering your state at the time. But you wouldn't have got me them anyway. We both know that."

"And you keep using that as some kind of excuse," Sparkle replied, now drumming his fingers on the countertop. "As if it somehow means that you attempting to take advantage of me doesn't really matter because of it."

He wanted to throw something at Seivarden even more, now. His brain was telling him that one of the bottles of nail polish near the cash register would fly really nicely across the room, and his sense of spite had him very acutely aware of the large collection of knives, courtesy of Leto, that he kept hidden in his clothing.

He probably wouldn't try to murder Seivarden over this.

Depended on how shitty this apology continued to be.

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Seivarden didn't know if it was wise but she took a few steps closer, well out of punching distance though, an unaware that Sparkle was considering throwing things.

"I didn't know you cared that much."

"You shouldn't have to know if someone is going to care before you make a choice to do something seriously shitty to them," Sparkle growled. "I was under the influence of some kind of fucked-up mind altering disease. You know I couldn't even decide to eat on my own? For, like, days after the slugs and shit went away? I probably would have brought you those fucking drugs, if Atton hadn't found me first. And that still doesn't matter, the timing doesn't matter. You knew I wasn't okay."

"I... didn't know... things were that bad."

She also didn't want to let Sparkle know that she had felt bad about it herself.

"But... I apologize."

"For what? Tell me what you did, or get the fuck out of my store, Seivarden."

Sparkle was not messing around, now. There was a tired, angry, dangerous edge in his voice, and he could list off a dozen things he would rather be doing than sitting here justifying being angry at somebody for trying to make excuses for their inexcusable actions and passing it off as an apology.

"I don't want to hear about why you think I shouldn't be mad. I want to know you understand why I was, or there's no point to you being here in the first place."

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Seivarden drew a breath, considering why she was doing this, and not really coming up with an answer. "I am sorry that I asked you for drugs when you were in a position where you couldn't make your own decision."

No, she knew why she was doing this. When he wasn't angry with her she actually liked Sparkle's company, and she didn't have that many friends.

Sparkle stared at Seivarden hard for a few more seconds after that apology. And then he sighed, shook his head, and looked down at the countertop again.

"Fine," he muttered. And he almost left it at that, but a whim a moment later had him add, "I don't understand what it is you're trying to get out of this."

Because it had to be something, right?

"Why do I have to get something out of it?" Seivarden asked, not entirely surprised by the question.

"Maybe you don't have to," Sparkle replied. "But to this point, that's the only reason you seem to have done anything. I'd be an idiot to not ask."

"And if I did expect to get something out of it, why would I tell you? Now? It's not like it would work, is it?"

Seivarden felt she had a point there.

"Wouldn't know unless you told me," Sparkle pointed out. "If there is something you're looking for and you tell me now, I'm probably going to take it better than if I accept your apology and find out later that you're just using me again, anyway."

"I think I've got by now that being used upsets you," Seivarden said shrugging. "I wouldn't mind it if you helped me get some more of what you gave me before, but that's not the reason."

She paused.

"You've been kind. After you threw me out of the shop and before you punched me. I don't know why you give clothes to people you don't even like, or why you give drugs to someone after punching them, but I'm not going to complain."

She took a few steps back.

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