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fandomtownies2018-08-19 06:53 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2018-08-19 06:53 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sparkle took one step out of his portal back to the island today, took one long, suspicious glance around, and then shrugged and made his way in to work.
Everything was quiet. He'd be lying if he said he trusted it. But maybe after what he'd hurried back for last weekend, he was kind of waiting to see if the other shoe was about to drop for him at some point, too.
So far, so good. He sighed, opened up shop, and then busied himself for the rest of the day looking over fall fashions to order in. Hm. Dark wash, wide-leg jeans. Chunky sweaters. Hey, duster coats. He could appreciate a good duster coat...
Demon Marcus was open, and Sparkle was side-eyeing a skin-tight sheer turtleneck with a print that would have looked right at home on a granny's upholstery and wondering why?
[OOC: Open!]
Everything was quiet. He'd be lying if he said he trusted it. But maybe after what he'd hurried back for last weekend, he was kind of waiting to see if the other shoe was about to drop for him at some point, too.
So far, so good. He sighed, opened up shop, and then busied himself for the rest of the day looking over fall fashions to order in. Hm. Dark wash, wide-leg jeans. Chunky sweaters. Hey, duster coats. He could appreciate a good duster coat...
Demon Marcus was open, and Sparkle was side-eyeing a skin-tight sheer turtleneck with a print that would have looked right at home on a granny's upholstery and wondering why?
[OOC: Open!]