fandomtownies | Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sparkle was his usual size today. Which, really, Sparkle was actually pretty thrilled about, since it meant he was taller than everybody else for a change. Not that he was going to hold it over anybody today. In fact, he'd made a special run to the mainland, in spite of the stupid weather, and bought out all the doll clothes the nearest Target had to offer. When the cashier had given him a strange look, he'd just shrugged and informed the guy that he was donating them.

And so he was. He'd propped open the door of the clothing shop today with a chair, set out a few facecloths for people to dry off with if they actually managed to make the trip today - the weather was atrocious, he'd be impressed and mildly concerned if anybody was crazy enough to head out into that soup - and then took all the doll clothes out of the packaging and set it out just inside the door, where people didn't have to go far to get to it, but would also be out of the way of potential trampling in case anybody out there was still their regular size.

And then he put on some water for hot chocolate, because with the door propped open? It was unpleasantly cold in here today.

Demon Marcus was open with a little sign that reads, "Free Doll Clothes" outside, propped up against the wall on the sidewalk. Hopefully people don't mind cute skirts and cherry-print dresses, because doll clothes kind of tended to come with a particularly cutesy theme.

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Some time in the afternoon, a miniature spider in sweatpants and a t-shirt swung by.

He checked the doll clothes, then shrugged and decided he was good as-is. A few more webs got him over to the counter, where he swung up to the top.

"Hey, Sparkle. How'd you luck out?"

"I've been here long enough and paid my dues," Sparkle replied, grinning down. "Oh god, Miguel, is that you?"

HE WAS SO CUTE.

"Who else would it be?" Miguel threatened him with a tiny talon, deadpan. "Don't you laugh; I can still give you a mean papercut. Those things are a bitch."

Sparkle could not help it. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he bit his lip, and then he broke into a little cackle.

"Ohmygod it'd be like being scratched by the tiniest kitten. That is so cute. You? Are so cute."

Who needed a filter?

Miguel crossed his arms and scowled up (and up and up) at Sparkle.

"I'm still venomous, you know."

"If you bite me I'm so stuffing you into a jar with holes punched in the lid," Sparkle warned.

"I'd get out," Miguel promised. "Anyway, don't try to put the doll clothes on me and we'll call it even."

"Man, if you think I want to dress you, you've got a lot to learn about clothing shops. The getting dressed part is purely self-serve."

"No undressing, either," Miguel said, smirking.

"I mean," Sparkle laughed, "I'd need tweezers to find the zipper right now, I think you're safe."

"You'd need new eyes to see the zipper; these are elastic." He didn't sleep in zipper pants. He was lucky he hadn't slept in just boxers.

Miguel grinned and jumped up and landed on Sparkle's head, leaning down to look him in the eye. "Nah, these look fine."

"... Well hi there." Sparkle chuckled a little. "Hey, my view's improved."

Miguel grinned back and waved a hand in Sparkle's face. "Kinda comfy up here." He pulled back up and flopped on his back. "Maybe I'll take a nap."

"Yeah, have fun with that," Sparkle snorted. "I'll try not to start dancing or anything if a good song comes on."

A pause.

"No promises."

"Spider," Miguel said with a shrug. "I'll just hang on."

By digging teeny talons into Sparkle's scalp. So...maybe not really.

Eh, at that scale, they probably wouldn't even dig in deep enough to bleed.

... Maybe they'd itch, though.

"Well, it's good to know I don't have to worry about you even when you're shorter than a pencil."

"Hey, I put in a whole shift at Luke's yesterday," Miguel said. "I can still pick up glasses and plates and things. And pencils, too."

"Not bad for a guy who is like three peanuts tall," Sparkle mused, grinning.

Miguel stuck his tongue out at him.

Demon Marcus, Sunday

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