Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle had given serious consideration to just not coming in to work today. Sure, he actually liked his job here and sure, there wasn't a goddamn jury that would convict him for buying some tea last week, in a legal transaction involving putting actual money that he owned into a cash register.

Besides, it looked like Iris did just fine with re-stocking on Friday. He had left some tea in the back, after all.

But he still had a nasty taste in his mouth after his last talk with Seivarden and that fucked-up radio broadcast she'd pulled on the weekend, and while Sparkle was usually one to knuckle down and dig his heels in to escalate while braced for more bullshit, it occurred to him that he didn't want to do anything that might somehow hurt Iris' business.

Even if 'angrily buying all the tea without using the employee discount' was not generally bad for business.

Maybe he was a little bit quick to close up behind him to skip off to the Wednesday school thing this week out of curiosity, though. For the fresh air and not at all because he felt weird about being here right now, honest. He'd be back afterwards. And maybe stay late to make up the time.

[OOC: Open!]

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[myownface]

"I have some French," Sparkle ventured. "Lew's from the French side of New Brunswick, so it's the confusing French that makes Quebecois squint at me, but I have some French."

Not that 'Lew' meant anything, either. But there. Some French.

[intraspective]

"If it makes you feel better, my French is both Parisian and several centuries out of date!"

Thanks, Fandom. Thanks.

"Okay, so step one that I'm gonna drop on you then, is this: learn Japanese, please."

She didn't ask for much!

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked, but shrugged and pulled out his phone.

"Duolingo's free," he noted. "And I have a shitload of time on Coruscant anyway. Might as well add it to the list."

Easy enough, right?

[intraspective]

"Good," she said, though she hadn't heard of Duolingo before. It was pretty easy to guess what it meant, however. "I'll test you on it randomly."

[myownface]

"I can live with that," Sparkle decided, nodding and scratching his cheek. "Sure."

[intraspective]

Her hair twirled itself absently, as Ino nodded in agreement.

"Alright," she said, "there's that. Now, please tell me what was up with the tea thing."

It wasn't a question, though it was said in the same cheerful tone the rest of the conversation had been in.

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked, and then groaned as he pocketed his phone again.

"Long story. You want the sparknotes or for me to backtrack all the way with 'once upon a time?'"

[intraspective]

"I've got all day," she said easily. "Hit me with the full story."

[myownface]

Sparkle chewed his inside cheek for a moment. And then sighed.

"Ever have someone in your life you don't really... like... hate? You kind of actually fucking pity? But they're just so repeatedly awful that one day all of a sudden you just can't, anymore?"

[intraspective]

Ino thought about that, since it seemed to matter.

"Not really," she said, shaking her head. "I don't tend to put up with shit."

At least, not that kind of shit.

[myownface]

"I don't usually," Sparkle sighed. "First time she came into my shop, I didn't bend over backwards far enough to kiss her ass, she started swearing at me because I didn't offer her a change room to try on gloves, and I wound up banning her until she came back to suck up because she thought Hannibal was my father."

... It was complicated.