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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Oh, this was too rich.

Yeah, Sparkle's actions on Wednesday had been on the piddling end of petty, but he had listened to yesterday's radio broadcast like three times just to be sure he'd even heard it right, and...

Wow. Talk about oversensitive. And all the tea on the island? He'd bought out the stock at the counter at his place of employment, which was hardly... that. There were other comments in there that made him less than inclined to even care about how upset it might have made her. Like how if she couldn't imagine him needing to vent about her after some of the things she'd pulled on him in the past, she was actually less self-aware than he'd given her credit for in the first place.

But mostly, it just made him keep feeling like 'petty' was the right course of action, here.

So Sparkle was at work at Demon Marcus, with a large selection of quality tea still stuffed into his backpack, and he was brainstorming out his petty, petty revenge. Which, honestly, he would have probably gotten bored of and just dropped completely if Seivarden hadn't gone off like a loaded gun on the radio yesterday about him buying some tea, but meh.

Demon Marcus was open. And it was entirely possible that the open sign today had been replaced with a sheet of hot pink posterboard with loose leaf tea glued onto it like craft glitter to spell the words 'OPEN' in big, friendly, aromatic letters.

[OOC: Open! Sparkle's gonna run out of tea eventually, I promise.]

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Hannibal listened to radio, too. So he was showing up with lunch. And coffee.

He raised the ubiquitous carafe in Sparkle’s direction with a smile. “I had thought of bringing tea, but I imagine you have more than enough.”

"Yeah, I pretty much hate tea now," Sparkle replied, wrinkling his nose. "Forever. I still have some quality stuff, though. Iris makes it herself. You can, like, take whatever I didn't shove at Kaidan already, I'm saving the crappier stuff for... I don't know. Naked hand tea porn."

The idea of naked hand tea porn was really growing on him, okay?

Hannibal chuckled. “I can take some of it for use in other recipes, if you think that would help. For the less palatable stuff...” He pondered. “Have you considered fertilizing some of the park’s plants with it? Visible, but not edible.”

"Huh, there's a thought," Sparkle mused. "I mean, she goes to the park, I think. With her cat. And then she lets her cat roam around free and bitches to the troopers when Issa gets up a tree or lost, as if that's their job."

His eyeroll was epic.

"Climbing trees isn't even that hard."

Said the guy who did it mostly in order to sneak into and out of his room back in Toronto when making terrible life choices.

"You would certainly think it a skill worthy of learning, if she will insist upon having a cat outdoors," Hannibal agreed.

He unpacked the sandwiches he'd brought - prosciutto and cucumber with a creamy cheese and fig jam - and set them in front of Sparkle before pouring the coffee.

"I take it she said something you couldn't excuse?"

"It's more like a... like a last straw situation," Sparkle hedged, and then sighed. "Like, I mean, I was almost sure she was actually starting to try, but she genuinely doesn't see any problem with telling total strangers that I'm oversensitive. And you know what, maybe I am, but never about the shit she calls me that for - that's almost always things I'm mad at her about, big surprise - and even if I was, it isn't any of their fucking business."

He scowled for a moment before reaching for a sandwich.

"But then she reads a drunken squirrel note about Atton telling Alenko that I bitch about her from time to time, and she goes off on the air like that? Shit, it's like she forgets the way we met, and how she blackmailed me for fucking drugs while I was all fucked up on slug juice. She honestly thinks I'm not going to bitch about that? Fucking seriously?"

He then proceeded to vengefully nosh into his sandwich.

See, and this was only one reason Hannibal's hobbies were so satisfying. Think if he'd been able to vengefully nosh Seivarden herself!

"She has seemed since she arrived to be ludicrously un-self-aware," Hannibal noted. "Not to mention excessively rude." If this were not the island, he would have taken care of her long ago.

"And in case you should need it, please be assured that your reactions to her have been remarkably restrained and perfectly understandable."

"If she wasn't living with someone I like, in my own damn building, I would've burned her fucking home down months ago," Sparkle muttered, only mostly under his breath, after swallowing.

At least he was muttering it to the one person who probably would have encouraged it.

"She would have deserved it, but on the island, perhaps it isn't the best course of action regardless," Hannibal said.

"Do you know, there are drugs they use for alcoholics to make the alcohol unpalatable? I wonder if such a thing could be done for caffeine or tannic acid," he mused.

Sparkle bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sure she'd suffer through," he noted. The idea did have its appeal. To a point.

"That would be her decision, of course," Hannibal said. "But either way, she wouldn't have an easy time of it. And with luck, a new conditioned food aversion. I shall have to look into it."

Sparkle chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment.

"I mean, it could trace back to the drugs," he said, at length. "Or she could take it out on whoever she gets her tea from. But if you figure it's worth the risk, I won't stop you, either."

He couldn't put his stamp of approval on fucking with somebody's meds. Not so blatantly.

"I shall have to consider it," Hannibal said.

Kaidan brought Sparkle the requested Earl Grey glitter squishy. "Your wish, my command. All of them, Sparkle. Two tea flavors and the red, and all of them glittered," Kaidan said, highly amused by this.

Sparkle grinned practically from ear to ear as Kaidan arrived with the promised goods.

"It's maybe the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life," he said, clasping his hands together over his heart. "Look at it, Kaidan. Look at that beautiful tea-syrup ice sludge with glitter right there all through it."

Kaidan laughed and held up his own, "I got the Darjeeling. It is far sweeter than a Darjeeling has any right to be, but I couldn't not get it. I mean, really, it's like Disney in a cup."

"I don't think even Disney could have concieved of this," Sparkle decided, peering at the Darjeeling like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "But maybe I'm wrong. I might have to go to, like, Disneyland someday to be sure."

He paused, and then added, "For now, though, this is beautiful enough to get me by."

"Never been," Kaidan said easily, "but I could imagine it. Probably not tea flavors, though. I'm just amused that we were talking about tea and glitter the other day and now.." He gestured at the cups, still snickering.

Sparkle gave a happy little sigh.

"The squishy machine understands me."

He was a big fan.

"Today it does, at any rate," Kaidan said, "Though it does make me wonder what Seivarden had done to piss off an inanimate machine."

Frowning at his drink, and then taking a sip, he added, "If it is inanimate. Data's incomplete on that."

"It's stubborn, so I hear," Sparkle offered. "It really, really likes its red."

Either way, Sparkle was going to happily sip at that drink. It tasted of Earl Grey and satisfaction.

"Maybe it had to hear all that bleeping on the radio yesterday, too. Nobody likes that."

"Haven't tried the red," Kaidan admitted, "Looks too much like frozen liquid beetroot juice to me."

He frowned a little, "Yeah, the swearing on the radio was a little unhinged." After a moment he added, "She came to see me after that, and was all butter-wouldn't-melt. The talk didn't go very well."

A glance at Sparkle's face, "Did you really punch her in the face?"

Sparkle nearly choked on his squishy at that, after listening to the rest with a bit of a grin.

When he straightened up again, regained his composure, the look on his face was something almost dark.

"Fuck yes I did," he confirmed. "And I don't regret that for a hot fucking second."

Kaidan held up a hand, "No judgment. I've wanted to smack her all week. I was just curious how she provoked you to punching, and how you managed to let it go afterward enough to still sell her gloves."

He glanced at the 'Open' sign, "How do you go from punching her in the face to..this?"

Sparkle tilted his head a little. And then sighed and settled in to lean against the counter.

"The punching was because she did something that required a really fucking good punching," he replied. "Like, a lot. I wish I'd taken a fucking tooth in the process. And then she actually did something that almost, almost seemed like a damn apology, which was... like... reassuring? I guess it's a false sense of security thing, now. This is just.. she's a dumbass so I'm doing dumbass shit, because she isn't worth bruising my knuckles over right now."

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