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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sparkle did not give a flying flip about the Superbowl. He just didn't. For one, it wasn't like the NFL had Canadian teams the same way the NHL, MLB, or the NBA did. Granted, the MLB and NBA only had one Canadian team each, but they were both Toronto, so he kind of had a vested interest, there.

Not so with football. And besides, football players wore so much damn padding that he couldn't even really get a small, guilty thrill out of watching them be all athletic at one another. Just not his thing.

What was his thing? Well, today his thing was 'slipping into the upstairs apartment of the building for a few moments at a time to kind of scream into the abyss between bouts of manic studying.'

Him. Studying. Despite Karina's best efforts, and despite some of his own for that matter, Sparkle hadn't exactly figured out great study habits back in high school. He'd managed enough to at least get some mathematics knowledge under his belt, which he was thankful for now that he was trying to learn the technical aspects of costume creation, but that didn't mean he didn't have a short attention span to contend with, and it didn't stop him from feeling like everything he was reading kept going in one ear and right back out the other again.

His brain was melting.

Maybe he'd just dress up the mannequins in feather boas and silk pyjamas and put them in ridiculous poses in the window display, instead...

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Sia had a little bit of time before her next soul-crushing meeting (having just gotten out of her last soul-crushing meeting) and she didn’t want to deal with that at the moment. Instead, she was sending off a text to the new number in her phone.

So how did your not-furry costume turn out?

Oh, thank god. Sparkle would all too happily take this distraction. He had a few more days left to study, after all. A break to shoot the shit would probably do him some good.

Depends. Is it a good thing when the teacher says he'd totally kiss a wolf if it was wearing something like that?

I would hope so. Otherwise that brings up questions no one would want to answer.

It also probably means I failed at avoiding the furry thing after all.

But hey, he'd tried.

How you doing?

Fine. It's negotiations for most of the day today so my answer will probably be different then.

Then, Never become a politician.

I super don't plan to.

He really couldn't even if he did, at this point.

You looking for distractions or something, then? I can go on, like, a holy quest for kitten pictures on the internet or something, and just randomly throw them your way every hour or so.

Oh, Sparkle, she was keeping you forever.

You know what, yes. That's perfect. Thank you.

Hey, unlike a certain mutual friend of theirs, Sparkle understood the healing power of kitties.

Any time! I'll see if I can find gifs from the puppy bowl, too. It's basically the only good thing that ever comes out of those manly-man machismo sporting events.

Puppy bowl?

The poor thing was unaware of the magic.

OH MY GOD HOLD ON.

Incoming a few moments later? About a half-dozen screencaps grabbed from Google. Because Puppy Bowl.

IT'S LIKE THEY'RE LITTLE SPORTS FRIENDS.

Sorry, Sia. Sparkle was often excitable.

How long has this been going on and why was I not sitting my dog in front of it?

Well, besides the fact that Vitor would have probably keeled over from an overload of happiness.

Thirteen years. You have missed thirteen years of PURE BLISS. I think I can probably find some youtube clips, though, if you can manage video over there.

Sparkle aimed to please.

I can look them up when I'm home. Vitor will be extremely happy and then I won't ever be able to use my phone for anything else.

Eh, she could always get a new phone in exchange for a happy puppy.

Sounds like a fair trade to me! I'll do my best to tide you over in the meantime, between that and the kitties.

Sparkle was totally taking this seriously, yes. And not entirely because it was a welcome distraction from his studying, either. Spreading the love via cute animals was an important duty.

I appreciate it. How are you doing?

Ugh, studying.

Yes, Sparkle was aware that it almost certainly didn't compare with the meeings that Sia was dealing with today, but he had to get that off his chest.

You know, going from a school where you get classes about like pudding sampling or throwing frisbees to an actual school steeped in academia means I am WAY behind the curve when it comes to study habits.

I bet. All you really have are correspondence classes, if you take those. What's the issue you're having with studying?

I have no freaking clue what I'm doing. Like, even before Fandom I never really studied anything. Could never bring myself to care. And now I DO care and I'm sitting here throwing pencils at the ceiling of the shop.

The next photo he sent was a very nicely composed snapshot of a ceiling with several pencils stuck into it, quite expertly.

Judging by the number of them, Sparkle was probably running low on pencils by now.

That's actually sort of impressive.

What, she'd never done it.

Set a goal for yourself. You aren't allowed to throw another pencil until you've gotten through a page, for instance.

Okay, that actually got a bit of a chuckle out of him. Sparkle grinned for a moment, and then got back to typing.

Positive reinforcement, huh? I like that.

It will also draw out the time before you run out of pencils and have to get them down.

Yeah, I was starting to wonder if it would be better for me to stand on the counter, or just try to swat them down with a broom...

Both had their drawbacks. Like the possibility of having sharpened pencils falling on your head. Or falling off the counter. Or just doing either while at any moment, a customer could walk in.

Definitely safer to not have pencils fall at your face while you're looking up, in my opinion.

I could also park my ass across the room and try to shoot them down with a rubber band and paper clips!

Which solved one problem, and had the potential to cause so many more.

That's something to worry about once you've gotten through your page...

Right. Right, my page.

He'd mentioned he was bad at this, right? He frowned down at his papers, sighed, and then stopped and read it over. He wasn't sure how much stuck, but he'd done that much.

Okay! Page! So, little makeshift slingshot, do you think?

Attention span of a gnat.

One thing at a time. You get one pencil throw first. And then another page.

Sia was a stickler for rules.

Rules she'd totally just made up.

I suppose that works. I am almost out of pencils, anyway.

That said, he was sending her another picture of the ceiling, now with one more pencil. And then going quiet for a while as he worked his way through another page.

Also I'll be expecting a rundown of what you read later, she sent after a while, once she figured he'd had time to get something done.

Sparkle retaliated to that statement by spending his next pencil-flinging break finding a picture of a kitten in a onesie to fling her way. Because that was also a productive use of his time.

I might have to go over this a few times first. But the breaks are kind of helping take the edge off, I think? I'm freaking out less.

Don't freak out. If you have to read something over, then you have to read something over and that's fine. You'll adjust to the patten.

Also, Great cat, by the way.

I happen to be a connoisseur of excellent cats. I live vicariously through like 90% of the internet.

THe parts of the internet that weren't porn, generally.

Thanks for talking me through this, by the way. Drawing sexy wolf men is way more my speed than sitting down and memorizing a timeline of technical developments in the creation of period stage costumes in modern America.

He was learning so much about velcro, though.

Not a problem. All the boring work will be worth it once you're completely done and can put it towards something useful.

Okay, that sentiment wasn't working out in her favor at all but that didn't make it less true for anyone else.

There is that. I mean, it isn't all going to be relevant on the island, but some of the really random stuff is interesting anyway.

He couldn't think of a situation where someone was going to come asking for something super elaborate that they could still do a ten-second quick-change in, but that didn't stop him from wanting to try, regardless.

You never know. It IS Fandom.

There was a pause then, about as long as it would take for Sparkle to read over another page.

That's the thing, isn't it? Like, at this point, I might as well just try to learn anything that interests me, because it's going to come up again eventually. Probably.

The odds said yes, anyway.

It doesn't hurt. And if you find something that interests you enough to pursue it further, then good.

This is more of that 'welcome to adulthood' stuff, isn't it?

So weird.

It really is. Another part is recognizing things as being part of being an adult.

You're well on your way, Sparkle!

Oh god. At the rate I keep recognizing things as part of being an adult, I'm gonna be an old man by twenty-two.

BUT he'd be an old man who could totally decide to have ice cream for supper without having to worry about anybody getting on his case about it, so there were totally some trade-offs there.

You won't be an old man, you'll be wise.

Or a wise old man, whatever.

I haven't decided yet if that's almost worse or not.

Sparkle's experience with people he used to think of as 'wise' never seemed to end up well in the end.

It's good. At the very least, people question you less.

I'll believe THAT when it happens.

They'd probably question you less if you stopped burning things down, Sparkle.

You never know.

It helped that she didn't know about all the arson.

I have to get to my next meeting. Remember: page, then pencil, and don't put an eye out.

Page, and then pencil. Good luck in your meeting, eh?

And then, for good measure, Sparkle followed that up with another picture of a cat.

He had a whole folder of the things.

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