Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle was rocking the aromatherapy candles today at work. Basically, he was kind of low-key freaking out over Atton, since the situation he'd described hadn't seemed... so great. At all. But if he just, like, wrote a candle off to burn while at work, he'd totally get a solid hit of soothing apple blossom right to the sinuses, and he'd have a nice calming little fire to stare at for a while.

This job was pretty okay. Look at him, all not going out into Baltimore and freaking out and burning something big down. Go team PYP.

There was some bubble bath with a similar scent to it, too. He was so taking that home to try out, dammit. It was possible that his entire paycheque from this place was basically just going to go into buying the merchandise.

[OOC: Open!]

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[notconflicted]

There were still plenty of things she didn't know about Sparkle, but Sia knew enough that she felt like she should at least check in, given the Atton thing.

And how are you today?


[Feel like I'm low key stalking this week, lala.]

[myownface]

Help help I've discovered the aromatherapy candles.

This was dangerous on so many levels. So many.

[OOC: Pfff, stalk away!]

[notconflicted]

This is a bad thing?

[myownface]

They're a distraction. A calming, burny distraction.

So... probably? Maybe?

[notconflicted]

Does this mean your apartment will be covered in candles by tonight?

[myownface]

You have no idea how tempting that actually is, seriously.

[notconflicted]

Perhaps consider limiting it to one a week. You probably don't want Atton coming back and thinking he walked into some kind of ritual.

[myownface]

Considering the fact that Atton was well aware of Sparkle's sketchy history regarding fire, he doubted 'a ritual' would be the first thing that came to mind.

I figure it's either this, or I compulsively clean EVERYTHING. Maybe both. I could probably do both.

[intraspective]

Ino was in a really great mood. It had everything to do with the sparkly ring on her hand.

That was why she had copious amounts of sugar with her, in the form of ice cream sundaes for both her and her minion--Sparkle had better like hot fudge and strawberries, darnit--as she swanned through the door.

"Minion!" she carolled. "Consider yourself drafted!"

A beat.

"Also ice cream! Here!"

Good minion keeping meant feeding them sugar, right?

[myownface]

Fortunately, Sparkle loved hot fudge and strawberries. He was vaguely confused by hot fudge and strawberries. But he liked them!

"Drafted?" He blinked as he reached out for the sundae. "For what?"

[intraspective]

She let him have his sundae, grinning as she did so.

"I haven't really decided yet," Ino said cheerfully, digging her spoon out of her own sundae. "But as my minion it's a law that you're drafted to help with my wedding."

[notconflicted]

It's going to be fine.

No, she didn't know that for sure, and no, she wouldn't admit that here.

[myownface]

... You know something I don't know?

He'd be cool with that! It was just that Atton's track record for stuff that sounded this big was... you know... What it was.

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked up from his sundae at that. Well, this was a good distraction, too.

"Wedding, huh?"

The last wedding he'd agreed to help with he'd almost died at! But he was game to try!

[intraspective]

Ino was not going to be deterred by his lack of glee. Not even a little.

"I suppose we could elope," Ino mused, tapping her cheek with her spoon, "but that'd break Zack's parents' hearts. So no."

[notconflicted]

No. But I've also seen him in action here, so I won't worry until I know there's something to worry about. Also, she didn't think she'd hear anything unless something really bad happened, so doing otherwise would be a good way to drive herself a little crazy.

[myownface]

At least at that, Sparkle managed to crack a grin.

"Gotta consider the important folks when planning things like this, huh?" He scooped up a bit of strawberry on his spoon. "I took care of the music for Dr. Lecter's wedding...s. Until like the third or fourth try. Once guns came into the picture a second time, I was out."

And then they'd finally eloped. Thank god.

[myownface]

Fair enough. I've seen him in action before, I know he can handle himself. I'm just twitchy, I guess.

He didn't much care for the 'Sith' word.

[intraspective]

Ino laughed.

"I solemnly swear that no party I've ever had a hand in has gone that badly."

Mmmm, ice cream.

[myownface]

"And see, that is what I like to hear," Sparkle laughed, raising his sundae in a toast. "Okay, then I'm officially drafted for... whatever. And congrats, by the way."

[notconflicted]

Understandable. But for all we know he isn't even there yet, so there may not even be anything to worry about yet.

[myownface]

'Yet' is still a big scary little word, though.

[intraspective]

"Thank you," she said, with grave dignity, which she spoiled the next moment with another laugh and another spoonful of ice cream.

A beat.

"Now tell me why you're down, so I can fix it, and can go back to being happy about my wedding."

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked, and then huffed out a little laugh.

"Just worried about Atton," he replied with a shrug. "He ran off to liberate some planet from a bunch of evil space wizards, and I'm sure he's got this? I mean, I am. He's good. But it's hard not to think about times he didn't... got... this."

That kind of lost some steam near the end there.

[notconflicted]

It is. Aside from the obvious, what would help you worry less?