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The Park, Sunday Morning

Leto had a portal booked for this evening, and until then he was going to enjoy the day as much as he could, probably doing as little as possible. Right now he was leaning back on a bench, eyes closed, head tilted backwards a little. The dry air of Arrakis was more comfortable to him, but autumn in Fandom brought back nostalgic memories that were close enough in time for him to enjoy them, and very much his own.

He opened his eyes and watched the flamingos by the pond, smiling, wondering if Hania was ever going to insist playing croquet with them again.

[Expecting one, but can be open before that, and it's a very open park]

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There was absolutely a weasel in the park this morning, still wearing his little bowtie after last night's dance, doing some morning foraging for any leftover scraps that hadn't been cleaned up after the carnival on Friday.

What he found was by far better than scraps, and he was doing a happy weasel dance over to say hello to one of his most very favourite people, chittering excitedly the entire way.

Hi, Leto! It was Sparkle! Did you miss him? Huh? Did you?

A weasel with a bowtie? It wasn't hard for Leto to figure out who it was.

He smiled, leaning forward, and said:

"Sparkle? Where have you been? I've been looking for you."

Keeping an eye out, rather, but still.

Well, actually, it was a really interesting story, Leto. First, there had been this whole thing with a cereal box, and then Sparkle had gone to a carnival even though he hated carnivals, carnivals sucked, but the food was pretty great. He'd stockpiled so much of it, but it was all gone now, some jerk had cleaned up the pile of food he'd hidden behind the trash can, so he had kind of hung in there until the dance- did you see the bow? He totally stole it from the animal shelter, they had stupid animal Halloween costumes out and he'd pillaged this one from a little dog tuxedo, the tuxedo didn't fit so he didn't bother pulling that part on, and then he'd just kind of wandered around since. He'd been all over! So if Leto had been looking all over, it was funny they were only running into one another now, wasn't it?

Of course, all of that was really just going to come across as a whole lot of squeaking and chattering as Sparkle sat up on his hind legs, peering up at Leto from where he was parked on the ground.

"When you're back to your usual self you have to tell me wether you prefer being a weasel to being a dog."

Leto reached dow to try and lift Sparkle on to his lap.

Sparkle was totally going to let Leto pick him up, too. Because, hi, he liked that lap. It was a good lap, a pretty lap, the best lap he'd ever had the pleasure of being a weasel in. He'd very happily curl right up and look up at Leto and chatter for another few moments about how being a dog was okay, but he could get into so many other things as a weasel, and hiding was way easier, and besides, he never really had been a-

"-Dog person, I always kind of preferred cats, you know? And weasels are kind of like smellier discount cats, except totally not, and I'm completely fucking naked in your lap in the park right now, aren't I?"

Well, not completely. There was a comically small bowtie still around his neck that had fortunately stretched to fit without choking him.

Thanks, Fandom. Thanks loads.

"You are," Leto said, bursting out into a laugh. He wrapped an arm around Sparkle. "Of course," he added cheerfully, "I don't mind having you naked in my lap, so it could be worse."

"Oh, I have no problems with being naked in your lap," Sparkle said, because it was important to clarify these things, really. "I could spend all day naked in your lap. It's the 'in the park' part that I have a problem or two with."

He grinned a little and leaned in for a kiss anyway.

"The shop is pretty much the same distance one way as my apartment is the other," he murmured. "But one comes with potential roommate and possibly other people in the hallways. How fast do you figure we can get to Demon Marcus from here?"

Fortunately, he knew like eight different ways to break into his own shop without tools, so that part was easy.

"Very fast," Leto said after pulling back from the kiss.

Sparkle should know my now what that meant.

"If you want to walk I can lend you my cloak."

Sparkle gave Leto the most puppy-like eyes that a guy who had spent most of a week as a weasel could possibly muster.

"Please? I'll let you pick out what I wear when we get there."

That list absolutely could include 'nothing at all,' if Leto so desired.

Oh, Sparkle making puppy eyes? Leto grinned and leaned in to give him another quick kiss. He could be a brat about it of course, but he didn't want Sparkle to get cold, or feel uncomfortable, so he got to his feet, put Sparkle down on to his feet, and wrapped the Fremen cloak around him.

"Better?"

"Muuuch better," Sparkle purred, cuddling right on in to that cloak. "It is way too cold out here to be running around in the nude without the benefit of a fur coat."

And this way he was far less likely to get arrested for public indecency, too. Score!

"C'mon, I'll go get some clothes at the shop, and then we can catch up on all the weekend we missed while I was rummaging through garbage."

A pause.

"Maybe I'll use the shower in the upstairs apartment before we do much catching up, if that's okay."

"Do whatever you need to do," Leto said with a laugh, wrapping an arm around Sparkle as they began walking towards Demon Marcus.

"Hannibal told me I was to look for a weasel."

Sparkle leaned quite happily into that arm as they made their way across the park, yes.

"He did, huh? He must have been listening to radio or something. I don't remember running into him while I was one." A beat. "I probably owe Sia an apology for offering her a garbage pickle, though."

"From a weasel's perspective it was a kind gesture," Leto pointed out. "I don't know Sia, but I hope she can see that."

"I don't think she minded too much? It isn't like she actually had to eat the pickle," Sparkle mused, smiling Leto's way. "I might never live it down, anyway..."

"Oh, I could tell Hania. She'd be really excited and never forget to ask you about it."

Leto managed to look completely serious.

"I mean, that'd be a story I'm sure she'd love to hear," Sparkle laughed. "I mean, she'd probably be the one telling most of it by the end anyway."

"Oh, probably," Leto said. "And be disappointed that you're not able to turn into a weasel at will."

He squeezed his arm around Sparkle tighter. "So, any other news than the temporary animal transformation?"

"I mean, being able to turn into a weasel at will would be pretty sweet," Sparkle laughed. "Beyond that, though?" He shrugged, grinning. "Nah, mostly just looking out for people."

Everybody else got guests and ghosts. He got fur.

"That can be good news around here."

Leto turned his head and briefly buried his face in Sparkle's hair.

"I've missed you. I wish I could say I have a surprise, but I don't this time."

"No news is good news," Sparkle agreed, leaning back against him and smiling happily. "Does turning back from a weasel count as a surprise? I didn't exactly have time to plan anything."

And he was pretty certain he couldn't offer his pile of garbage food to anybody and have it be taken the same way it would have been while he was an animal, so he wasn't even mentioning that one.

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