Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle had considered not coming back to the island today.

Sparkle had, in fact, considered not coming back to the island ever.

Because Sparkle recognized that he was, apparently, a moron with zero impulse control, and he'd been flirting hard with a much younger version of Hannibal, and Sparkle would rather die than ever have to face that.

Sparkle also had plants to water and a business to run, and so Sparkle was here, at the Demon Marcus, hunkered behind the counter pretending to be very busy doing paperwork while in actuality mostly just doodling in the margins.

Whee.

[OOC: Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

"You sold me glitter."

Some of that glitter still stuck to her skin, actually. Other than that Seivarden was back to her usual self, only a little grumpier.

[myownface]

"Made you happy, didn't it?"

Sparkle, stop acting so cheeky.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I was fifteen at the time, thanks to this place," Seivarden pointed out. Yes, she had expected cheekiness, but Sparkle was going to have to endure her complaining.

"It sticks to everything."

[myownface]

"Yep," Sparkle laughed. "But it's less permanent than colouring your hair could have been. And hey," he smirked. "It still looks good on you."

[1000yearstoolate]

"No, it doesn't. I'm not sure it looks good on anyone." She leaned against the counter. "Would that had remained though? Hair colour?"

She was just curious, obviously.

[myownface]

"Hell if I know," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "I've never died my hair during a weird Fandom weekend. My best guess is, it'll stick if the island wants it to stick. Otherwise, who knows?"

Poor Kanan.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden's expression turned into a smirk that was slightly off. Perhaps it was best not to try and think about Kanan, or Caleb.

Why the name change though? Of course, there had also been Emily Goldfinch, so maybe changing your name when you became an adult was normal in some places.

"At least the tea was good. Does anyone buy that glitter? Apart from me at age fifteen?"

Treating the past few days as some kind of joke might be the best solution.

[myownface]

"Sure," Sparkle replied, grinning shamelessly. "Me at like seventeen. And I had a student employee here for a while who wore it all the time. Totally normal for that age range, so you at least don't have to worry about that."

Well. Except that she'd be twinkling for weeks.

[1000yearstoolate]

She would.

"You must have been quite a sight. So how much effort did you have to put in not to laugh when you sold it to me?"

[myownface]

"Honestly? Not too much," Sparkle replied, that grin not going anywhere. "You really did seem happy with it. I mean, having buyer's remorse a few decades later isn't my problem. It fifteen, it worked for you just fine."

[1000yearstoolate]

She snorted. "Has this ever happened to you? The island being kind enough to let you return to your youth and then throw you back into the present again?"

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle replied easily. "It fucking sucked. I threatened to burn the whole place down if it pulled that shit on me again."

And thus far, it had not!

[1000yearstoolate]

"Burning it down sounds a little excessive," Seivarden said lightly. "I... suppose I could have done worse things, but I just did't like to be reminded of..."

She made a gesture of her hand.

"Yes, I suppose it could be worse."

[sharp_man]

Sorry, Sparkle. Hannibal was back to normal, which meant he was cooking lunch and showing up at the store with a thermal bag and a barely-hidden smirk.

[myownface]

Normally, Sparkle would at least have a polite hello in him for a moment like this!

Today, he had an "Aaaahgod," a groan, and a moment taken to lean forward to rest his head against the counter.

Why didn't the island just let him die right now?

[sharp_man]

Hannibal chuckled and came up to the counter anyway. "Good afternoon. How are you today? Or should I ask comment ça va?"

[myownface]

There was really only one answer for that.

"Bof."

Blah.

He was fine except for how he was praying for a trap door.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal grinned and opened the bag. "Allow me to improve your day, then." He unpacked the dishes, explaining, "Pan-fried sea bass with harissa and rose, sauteed spinach with garlic, and French almond cake with green tea and honey glaze."

Yes, he'd managed to work tea and rose into a meal that was also fish. Because he couldn't pass up a good pun in any language. But he was still here, feeding Sparkle as usual.

[myownface]

It took Sparkle a moment to get the pun. Fish. Poisson. Poison. Like they'd been talking about.

"Oh my god," he muttered into the countertop. "You're evil."

There was a pause.

"And that sounds really good."

Fucksakes.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal just kept grinning and gave him a little bow. "Thank you. I hope you enjoy it."

He set a fork down by Sparkle's plate and poured him a glass of wine, then squeezed his shoulder. "You're fine. And don't worry, you haven't said or done anything that you shouldn't have."

[myownface]

"Ohgood."

Sparkle sighed as he sat up straight again.

"God, Wednesday was weird."

At least in part because Hannibal had been smokin' hot.

[sharp_man]

"It was," Hannibal agreed. "And yet better than the previous time this happened, when I was younger and spoke little at all. For all its strangeness, I rather enjoyed it."

[myownface]

"Well, that's good," Sparkle replied. "For what it's worth, better you than me."

Because there were some points in his teenage life he'd really rather not re-tread. Ever.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded. "I have no objection to that. I find it an interesting experience." He nudged Sparkle's shoulder again. "And from what I observed and have heard on the radio, you did quite a good job relating to those of us who were younger."

[myownface]

"Yeah, well..." Sparkle shrugged and reached for his fork. "I mean, I've got a lot of experience around kids who are out of their place."