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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Did Sparkle look faintly exasperated when he walked into Demon Marcus to see that everything had turned green?

Why yes. Yes he did.

And did he look even more exasperated when he noticed that anything that once had polka dots was now covered in four-leaf clover print? Yes. Yes he did. And he was collecting that stuff up to go shove in a closet somewhere.

"Gonna piss off someone who knows the difference between a shamrock and a lucky charm," he muttered, opening the door to his storage closet.

... And immediately finding himself buried to the knees in Lucky Charms. The cereal, not the clover.

"Goddammit Fandom!"

Happy Sunday.

[OOC: Open!]

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It was a nice day so Hernando went for a walk that just happened to take him by Demon Marcus on the day his boyfriend was working. Fancy that.

He went inside and paused at the amount of green. "Sparkle, did you do this or is the island being helpful?" he called, not immediately spotting him.

"I mean, green's okay," Sparkle called back, breaking into a little grin, "but this is overkill."

Carefully - crunchily - he attempted to make his way out from the pile of cereal.

"Oh god, I'm gonna be picking magically delicious marshmallows from my everything for days."

Hernando arched his eyebrows and laughed a little. "Oh? Are you?" He peered toward the closet, "What is the island doing now?"

Crunch, crunch...

"Well, my supply closet just attacked me," Sparkle offered. "I just wanted to stash these four-leaf clover things away before any actual Irish people came in here and bit my head off, dammit."

"With.. cereal?" Hernando asked, smiling a little. He headed toward Sparkle, rounding the counter and.. yes, that was a very large drift of cereal. Hernando stayed out of it and waited for his boyfriend to wade on over so he could kiss him hello. "At least it was only cereal," he said philosophically.

"Could've been way worse than cereal," Sparkle agreed, smirking and reaching to loop his arms around Hernando and leaning in for the kiss. "But this is a recipe for disaster. I do not need this much free sugar."

He was gonna take it. But he didn't need it.

Hernando cuddled him right on in and kissed him for some time. "You do not need quite this much cereal, no. Could you take some of it to Coruscant for your children? They might enjoy it," he suggested, "and there seems to be plenty."

Sparkle considered that. Pictured the Padawans on a sugar kick.

Cackled.

"Maybe I'll do that, too. I probably have some bags, it wouldn't be my first time just packing up a whole bunch of Fandom weird and saving it for the greater good."

Hernando smiled at him, "They would probably enjoy the cereal with their blue milk. You can introduce them to dehydrated marshmallows."

"Oh my god, if you ever wanted to see a totally wired Twi'lek kid..." He grinned broadly at the thought, then laughed. "Now I have to do this, you know. Some of those kids are giddy half the time even without the sugar."

"Do you know, I think I would like to see a totally wired Twi'lek kid," Hernando mused. He laughed softly and kissed Sparkle again, "Or perhaps it is just you around such wired children that I would enjoy seeing. You would be almost as wired simply from being around them. You are mischief incarnate, baby."

Said, of course, fondly.

Sparkle laughed again, ducking his head and smiling.

"I mean, it doesn't hurt that I like kids. And they're good kids, you know?"

They'd seen some things. More than any kid ever should have to see.

"You have a good heart," Hernando pointed out with a smile. He reached to sift Sparkle's hair with his fingers, "Having you around possibly is why they are such good kids. You care very much for them."

Sparkle laughed and shook his head a little.

"Nah," he replied, "they were good kids way before I ever came along. But... I dunno. Maybe I can help them be good adults eventually, you know?"

"Yes but you help them stay good kids and I am sure they will make fine adults," Hernando said. "With an appreciation for common Earth foods. Who knows, perhaps someday one or more of them will come here as a student."

"Well... it would definitely be educational for them," Sparkle mused. "I... I mean, that'd be nice, if they did. More for me than for them, maybe."

He huffed a little laugh, ducking his head a bit.

"Yeah, I like kids."

Which he'd already made pretty clear, but apparently it bore repeating.

"Possibly also for them," Hernando offered, "The island has a wealth of cross-culturalism to offer outside what they would get back home."

His fingers stroked through Sparkle's hair again, moving it back off his forehead. The question was right there waiting to be asked and so he asked it. "Do you think you would like to become a parent or foster parent someday?"

"I mean..." The question didn't catch Sparkle off-guard, no. They'd sort of mentioned it, at least a little, before, after all. And Hernando wasn't the first person to ask him that question, either. Leto had, as well.

He toyed at his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment.

"Someday, yeah," he replied. "Somehow. I mean. I have a lot of shit I need to sort out first, you know? But... like... yeah."

Hernando leaned in to kiss the forehead he'd bared and then lips so Sparkle would stop chewing at them.

"Not a plan for tomorrow," he assured him, "Only for someday. For now, there are only fish in our immediate future. Which was what I originally came here to ask you. When would you like to go shopping?"

A pause of a few moments, then, while Sparkle gave a silly little smile. The kiss was a great way to get him to stop biting his lip, as fate would have it, yes.

"Oh. Oh, right. Your tank's probably got a good culture going on in there now, right? Okay, so..." He was not going to flail. At all. Even a little. It was just fish. "So maybe... I dunno. What day works for you?"

Sparkle, you were the one with multiple jobs.

Hernando had found kissing to be a great way to distract Sparkle from many things.

He laughed a little, "Baby, I'm busy Thursday and Saturday and sometimes Monday night if we go dancing. How is your schedule?"

"Monday mornings I get kidnapped by squirrels, Wednesdays and Saturdays and Sundays are spoken for," Sparkle reported. "Not that I've got a boss to answer to at either job, so, like, if those days work better for whatever reason..."

He shrugged. He was cool for those.

"You could come over after your squirrel shift," Hernando suggested, "We could go shopping and then later if we have energy, dancing."

He would have suggested having Sparkle come over that evening but he had noticed Atton was at Caritas and didn't want to intrude on the one day a week Sparkle had with his roommate.

"Monday, post-squirrel, gets to be fishday," Sparkle declared. "I'm gonna put a stamp on that, so it is written and all."

And then, a grin.

"I think we'll have energy for dancing. But I might claim you for couch cuddles while we watch the fish..."

Hernando laughed a little at Sparkle's oration. It delighted him. His boyfriend took no prisoners.

He kissed him again. "Then let me change that to 'if we are awake'. I think that couch has a magical lethargy field attached. How else do so many couch cuddles turn into couch naps?"

"It's a really good couch," Sparkle mused. "Pretty sure the only thing that could make it a more dangerous couch would be, like, a cat. Nothing gets done ever when there are cats."

Hernando laughed and left small pecking kisses as punctuation. "We. Are. Getting. Fish. Not a cat, baby. Fish." Though he teasingly offered a moment later, "Perhaps a catfish. Not the furry kind of cat, though and not one of the hairless kind. Fish only."

"The hairless ones look like weird little pink gremlins," Sparkle laughed. "That's what I'd have to call one. Gremlin."

Fandom pride!

"... But we have a tank, so we're going for fish. Guppies, right?"

"Then we would need two because I would wish to name one Goblin," Hernando answered with a smile, "but: we are getting fish."

He considered the type of fish and shrugged, "Guppies or other interesting fishes. I liked the little bright ones but there could be different fish this time. Also some plants for these fish and Milady."

His smile was a little dopey. Sparkle had said 'we'.

Edited (Because 'we'.) 2019-03-18 01:54 (UTC)

Awww, dopey smile. Sparkle had no clue what was up with that, but he was totally going to lean in to gently bump noses.

"We'll see what catches our eye, then," he replied. "Guppies or tetras or danios or whatever little zippy friends they have."

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