Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was antsy today. For a few reasons, really, not the least of which being that he was going to be heading to Coruscant tonight, partly to play buffer between Atton and Mical, partly because he actually found himself missing the place, and partly just because he was telling himself that he could. It had been almost two years since that thing with the Iridonic Horn, and if two years wasn't enough time to get his head around something that he knew, logically, probably wouldn't happen again, then he never would.

And he couldn't afford to keep writing off even those places that had been good to him up until some fluke caught him off-guard.

The other reason, and this wasn't a small one either, was the stupid holiday today. Which he'd forgotten about until he came in and some little kid wandered in looking for something nice for a gift, and he wound up spending twenty minutes going through cute scarves, kind of resenting everything. It wasn't the kid's fault, and so he'd been polite and helpful the whole time, but if any of his customers came in and asked him what he was planning for Mothers Day, he was going to lose it.

Anyway, Demon Marcus was open, and the end of Sparkle's shift couldn't possibly come quickly enough. Shit.

[OOC: Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

"And how am I supposed to learn that?" Seivarden said with a hint of irritation in her voice. "I've never had to do it before and it's not like a lot of people offer to teach me."

[myownface]

"... You could ask someone to teach you," Sparkle pointed out. "Or take a class. I know Dr. Lecter offers them sometimes. Or, hell, go to the library and pick up a book and follow the instructions. You've got options, you know. You just have to take them."

Instead of getting crabby at people all the time for not waiting hand and foot on her to her exact specifications.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden snorted. "You make it sound so easy. I tried to cook eggs in the microwave and they exploded. That's supposed to be easy, isn't it."

[myownface]

Sparkle shrugged.

"No, eggs are tricky," he replied. "They blow up if you don't do it right. Did you find instructions first?"

Because seriously, he had said three different ways to get instructions and she was making excuses again.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I thought it was easy," Seivarden muttered, totally making excuses. "I am very grateful to Peter for letting me stay, but sometimes it would be easier to live with someone who cooked."

She quickly added: "To learn from."

[myownface]

Suuuuuuuuuure.

"I mean, Peter doesn't even eat," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "I imagine he'd teach you if he had any reason to know how."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Exactly," Seivarden said. "I don't expect him to. But living with someone who did eat would make things easier."

She gestured with her hand. "Anyway, I won't bore you with this."

Sparkle was getting a bit too lecturing.

[myownface]

Seivarden was getting a little too bitchy. Sparkle shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, you know where everything is," he replied. "I'm not going to hold you up."

That's right, Seivarden. You told Sparkle within five minutes of coming into his shop that you'd have him lobotomized for painting his nails. You got to figure it out yourself.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Good."

She looked around the shop, then walked closer to the glove shelf. "Did you say whether you had any thin gloves? For summer use?"

[myownface]

Sparkle sighed and tried not to roll his eyes.

"I ordered in a whole selection," he said, "just in case."

In case the one person on the island who always insisted on covering her hands came in.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, good," Seivarden replied, not noticing the eyeroll.

"What do you think would be a nice colour for summer gloves?"

[myownface]

"For summer? I don't know... light green? Maybe a minty colour," Sparkle suggested. "You wouldn't have to worry about grass stains or anything, either."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Good point," Seivarden said, looking through the gloves. "It's strange having to choose. Uniforms are practical that way, and here I don't even know what's fashionable. Not that it would matter anyway."

[myownface]

"I'm not sure there's a standard for fashionable gloves around here," Sparkle pointed out. "Just go with what you feel best about. You're the one who has to wear them."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I know, that's what I meant," Seivarden said. "I'm not used to make fashion choices. Hairstyles, yes, but not clothes."

She meant this, but part of it was also trying to distract them both from the previous subjects.

[myownface]

"So be the trendsetter. Put on whatever you like. Nobody around here's going to care, anyway, they're all coming from somewhere different."

Really, the only person he'd ever seen get so vehemently upset about other people's clothing was her.

[1000yearstoolate]

"It's just..." Seivarden picked up a pair of gloves. "I suppose I prefer not really having to make those choices." She shrugged. "I don't really... I mean I'm not complaining about that. It's just, what's the point of deciding the Fandom glove fashion if I'm the only one wearing them?"

She glanced at Sparkle, not really sure why she was telling him this.

"Maybe I should have may nails painted underneath them," she snorted. "How decadent."

[myownface]

Sparkle considered that for a moment, and then shrugged and lobbed the bottle toward her in an easy underhand.

"Shake it before you use it," he said. It'll dry all funny otherwise."

Yeah, his fingernail was going to be gross and tacky until he could clean it off, all because he'd been trying to make a point.

"It'll match those gloves."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden caught the bottle, then held it up. "I suppose it will," she said.

Oh, it would be fun to have someone to show those painted nails to, among other things.

She gave a short laugh. "You're actually able to paint you own nails?"

Seivarden's nails was going to look terrible.

[myownface]

"It's easier with one hand than the other," Sparkle admitted. "It takes some work to be good at it, and there's a trick to it. I'd, like, demonstrate, if that wasn't weird for you."

Look, he used to work at Dite's. Nail polish was nothing.

"Maybe I'll just throw in some cotton swabs and nail polish remover so you can practice at it."

[1000yearstoolate]

It would be a little bit weird. Really weird. On the other hand, Seivarden was aware that it wasn't weird at all for Sparkle, and at least it wasn't like people eating with their hands. She gave a nod.

"Please," she said. "I'd like to see."

She wasn't really sure why she would pain her nails at all.

[myownface]

Sparkle considered that for a moment, actually a little surprised that she'd agreed, but he shrugged and made a reach under the counter for his polish remover and some cotton swabs.

"I'll show you how to clean them off again first, then," he replied. "You'll probably end up doing this part a lot until you get the hang of it."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden replied with a nod, reminding herself that this wasn't weird at all.

"Is this a popular thing?"

She hadn't been looking much at people's hands.

[myownface]

"Mostly among women," Sparkle admitted, "or guys who are going for a certain look. I do it because it just makes me feel good. Bright colours make me happy, you know?"

He opened the cap on the bottle of nail polish remover and poured some of its contents into a cotton swab, putting the cap on the bottle again almost immediately.

"When you're doing this in the apartment, you might want to open a window," he added. "This stuff is foul."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden rolled her eyes when Sparkle said 'mostly among women'. "Don't tell me only women wear makeup too."

It was hard to notice when you couldn't figure out pronouns without asking.

As Sparkle opened the bottle, she wrinkled her nose slightly. "It does smell foul."