Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

You know what? Sparkle's weekend hadn't actually been awful. He hadn't been Sparkle, and kinda wrinkled his nose at how well-meaning-but-kinda-dim he'd been.

But, like, the flipside was that he'd had like nine pets and they all had superpowers, one of them was a dragon and the other he was pretty sure was some kind of god, so, like, that balanced out nicely, okay?

And he'd kept those pets in the little round white and red balls that had been raining from the sky back when he'd found Velcro, and that kind of left him feeling nostalgic for his old cat. He hoped Hanna was taking good care of him. Velcro was the best cat. He still wanted a cat, dammit. It got lonely around the apartment when Atton was away, and Milady was a great fish, but... was a fish.

... Where could he get a Pikachu of his very own?

Anyway, Pick Your Poison is open, and Sparkle is behind the counter, looking thoughtful and not getting much of anything actually done today.

[OOC: Open!]

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[future_sandworm]

Sometime during the day a photo was sent to Sparkle's phone. It showed a table set for a tea party with an impressive cake in the middle, piereced with small throwing knives.

[myownface]

Sparkle grinned at the picture as he got it, and then just had to send a text back.

Oh, hey! You got it! Is the cake a message you're sending to somebody, or did it do something to offend you?

[future_sandworm]

Knives are pretty came the reply a moment later. And then:

When are you coming to visit?

[myownface]

When would be good? I know your dad's busy a lot, I don't wanna be in the way, kiddo.

He got twitchy about that sort of thing.

[future_sandworm]

Anytime is good. You can play with me.

Hania might not get that things could be more complicated than that, but at least she meant this.

[myownface]

Sparkle chewed on his lip for a few moments before sending a reply.

I want you to ask permission for me, okay? I have a couple of days free before my next work shift, I can totally show up to play for a day or two. But I have to know it's cool and I'm not stepping on anything important before I do.

[future_sandworm]

After a minute, the next reply came:

He says he will call you tonight. He's boring.

[myownface]

Aw, but I love him anyway. It's fine, kiddo. We'll hang out another time, okay?

Heck, prom was coming up. Maybe he could swing having her visit afterwards. After all, everyone knew what generally happened after prom...

[future_sandworm]

Wouldn't that be encouraging Hania to pretend to be other people's AU kids?

Sparkle got ten sandworm emojis in reply. Because obviously those existed.

[myownface]

Sparkle laughed, because of course sandworms, right?

And then sent fifteen butterfly emojis right on back.

[notconflicted]

Since Sia was in town for a bit, she figured she should actually visit Sparkle, since she'd sucked at calling and texting.

Okay, technically she'd already visited but ugh.

"Good morning."

[myownface]

Hey, she and Sparkle could be in the 'sucked at calling and texting' club together! At least she had a good reason for it.

"Moooorning," Sparkle said, grinning a little as she came in. "Decided to stick around for a little while instead of fleeing back home and pretending the weekend never happened, huh?"

[notconflicted]

"I was going to be here for a bit anyway. I just had terrible timing."

The perm.

"It could have been worse, at any rate."

[myownface]

"That's true," Sparkle mused, "we could have actually had spandex in stock."

You dodged that bullet, Sia.

[notconflicted]

"Yes, good thing we didn't."

She'd somehow found leggings for the bar. They'd been very shiny.

"Your day must feel more boring without strange animals to bring out."

[myownface]

"I miss my flying surfer rat," Sparkle confessed, sulking a little as he did so. "He was a good buddy, Sia. Why don't I really actually have a flying surfer rat?"

[notconflicted]

"Perhaps that's something to look into. And you can tell me about Atton's reaction to it."

Considering he ragged on the dog he convinced her to keep...

[myownface]

Yeah, Sparkle didn't have a cat in spite of desperately wanting one for a reason.

".... He'd lose his shit, Sia. Like, it would hit the ceiling it'd be awful."

Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. But probably not great, either.

"I guess I could keep it at the clothing shop, but that wouldn't be very fair to it, either."

[notconflicted]

"Is he really that bad?" Sia wondered.

[myownface]

"He was like wholesale convinced when I had a cat that it existed solely to make him miserable and that was before we even lived together," Sparkle replied, grimacing. "Sia, he bitched for months when I brought home plants and gave them names."

Fernando and Pauline were the best plants ever, Atton, you shut your face right up.

[notconflicted]

"...He really will complain about anything," Sia realized, almost a little impressed. "He tolerates Vitor, But he Durant have to live with him."

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle sighed. "I mean, he's away so much these days I could probably get away with checking a pet in to the shelter for like one day a week and he wouldn't notice until I miss a stray cat hair. But it's his apartment, I'm not gonna just pull that, and we've had the pets talk before."

It was why Sparkle had a little plush black cat in his bag that went with him everywhere. It was his pet. And kind of an apology from Atton over his weirdness about animals in the first place.

[notconflicted]

"And the day you got something would probably be the day he's around more," Sia said. "This does make me want to find a way to make him dogsit again."

Plus she liked annoying Atton a little. It was a cornerstone of their relationship.

[myownface]

"Ohmygod do it," Sparkle laughed. "I'd end up watching your dog, I'm sure, but the look on his face the entire time would be priceless."

[notconflicted]

"Oh, he's done it before," Sia said. "It was one of the conditions of me keeping Vitor. That was a long time ago, though, and we didn't live in different galaxies."