Atton still wasn't in any shape to be running missions, and he'd been sorely tempted to just stay on the island for the weekend - but it was a Saturday, and after what had happened the last time Sparks had gone to the island, he didn't really want to pin that on the kid. Not that he'd ever admit that was his reasoning, mind you.
So Saturday morning saw him pottering around the Temple gardens. It was nice here, peaceful. He could indulge that whole meditation thing he rarely admitted he did.
He'd sent Sparkle a message letting him know he figured the kid could find his own way now; he kept his senses idly extended to keep an eye on the kid. Eventually he settled down by the water and crossed his legs under him, letting his consciousness drift out entirely.
[[ for the kid! ]]
So Saturday morning saw him pottering around the Temple gardens. It was nice here, peaceful. He could indulge that whole meditation thing he rarely admitted he did.
He'd sent Sparkle a message letting him know he figured the kid could find his own way now; he kept his senses idly extended to keep an eye on the kid. Eventually he settled down by the water and crossed his legs under him, letting his consciousness drift out entirely.
[[ for the kid! ]]