Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

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...

[OOC: Open!]

Comments

[myownface]

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.

[notconflicted]

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

[myownface]

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

So weird.

[notconflicted]

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

You're well on your way, Sparkle!

[myownface]

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.

[notconflicted]

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

Or a wise old man, whatever.

[myownface]

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.

[notconflicted]

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

[myownface]

I'll believe THAT when it happens.

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

[notconflicted]

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.

[myownface]

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.