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]

"Of course I do," she said with a hint of irritation. "What do you think I should do?"

After a pause, she added: "What's cartoons?"

If that was some kind of insult she preferred to know.

[myownface]

"I've... been telling you," Sparkle said, slowly, trying not to sound like maybe he was talking to a small, particularly dim child. "Like, we have both been participating in this conversation, Seivarden. I'm not repeating myself."

He shook his head.

"Cartoons. Entertainments made out of thousands of drawings."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden looked away. "It doesn't really mean anything, anyway, does it. It's like waiting on a ship for an order to go somewhere, but there's no way to know when the portals to my universe are fixed, and all I can do is wait here. And try and keep myself occupied."

[myownface]

Sparkle sighed, and for a moment he almost felt bad. Almost.

"You know," he said, slowly, "if it's that it's just too hard... not that the actions are hard to do, but that it's hard to find a reason to do them... you can say that."

Because that, at least, he could understand.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't reply to that. She bit her lip, still looking away.

"I should go."

She turned.

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't say anything for a moment. Didn't move to stop her. Just sat there quietly. He wasn't going to beg her to stay, whether he figured she actually needed the space or not.

Still, a few seconds later, he added, "I get it."

And just left it at that.

[1000yearstoolate]

Before opening the door, Seivarden turned her head and looked at Sparkle, giving him a nod and a small smile. Then she was gone.