Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle... was actually doing pretty okay, today. The week had brought ugly news and old friends, and in an odd turn of events, he was about equally grateful for either.

Knowing the ugly shit meant he'd been able to start dealing with the ugly shit. It was the uncertainty that had been chewing at him, like fucking maggots having a go at the inside of his head.

Today he was throwing himself into a new project between customers, settling in behind the counter with a pencil and a pad of paper, trying thoughtfully to sketch out a jacket design. Something both reserved but sharp, something that would cut a fine figure on a man who wore a suit just as comfortably as he wore tweed.

He wasn't making great strides in originality for this design or anything, no, but he was definitely enjoying himself as he went about idly laying down pencil lines, considering, erasing, and adjusting as he went.

[OOC: Open!]

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Delivery.

[hernando_fuentes]

Later in the afternoon, a courier showed up with a small white bakery box tied with a yellow silk ribbon. The tag simply read 'For Sparkle - Demon Marcus, Fandom Island'. On the reverse was a stamp from Cupid's Cupcakes.

Inside the box was a 4" cake, double layers of chocolate cake separated by raspberry jam-swirled mousse and frosted in white with piped yellow roses around the edge of the circle.

On top was one of those sugar-wafer cake toppers, the kind used for photo printing, but on this one wasn't a photo. It was the only way to get script small enough yet still legible to fit on such a small cake.

The words were a compliment.

They were also absolutely, unabashedly, shamelessly filthy.

It would not be difficult to figure out who this was from.

Re: Delivery.

[myownface]

Sparkle got that cake order. And stared at that cake order. And then broke out in a delighted laugh at the cake order.

And then he texted Hernando.

You better be planning on helping me out with this, babe.

Re: Delivery.

[hernando_fuentes]

The cake was just for you. The suggestion, most definitely.

Re: Delivery.

[myownface]

Sparkle gave another little laugh at that.

Well, what are you up to tonight, handsome?

Re: Delivery.

[hernando_fuentes]

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou.

A few seconds later.

We could skip the bread.

More seconds.

Possibly we don't need the wine either.

Couple more.

I do want you, though.

Re: Delivery.

[myownface]

And now Sparkle was ducking his head and grinning.

You're shameless and I adore that about you. It's slow here today. Would you be terribly upset if I made my way right over?

A pause.

I'll probably bring the cake.

Re: Delivery.

[hernando_fuentes]

This would not upset me at all, no.

Few seconds.

Possibly you should have asked what I am up to right now.

Next text.

Use your imagination. If you get here soon enough, you can see for yourself. As long as you do nothing so foolish as knock, baby, and make me go to the door.

Re: Delivery.

[myownface]

Sparkle's mouth fell open for a few seconds.

...

And then he was practically tripping over himself to close up shop and make his way to Hernando's.

It would be a small miracle if he managed to make it all the way without stumbling, but the fact that he made it all the way without dropping the cake was on its own impressive.

And, no doubt about it, Sparkle absolutely was not bothering with knocking today.

Re: Delivery.

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando was waiting for him when he arrived.

The cake wound up abandoned to the fridge for quite awhile.

Quite... awhile.