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MCA #4, Saturday Afternoon
Sep. 12th, 2015 01:00 pmAtton had to talk to Sparkle eventually; just because he now had a damn good idea why one version of himself wouldn't be on speaking terms with the kid twenty years from now, didn't mean history had to repeat itself. Alternate history? Alternate future? Ugh, this stuff made his head hurt.
It took him until Saturday before he trusted himself enough - and had convinced himself enough - to send Sparks a message: lunch on me at my place. Nice, neutral, simple.
Nice, neutral, and simple enough that he'd wound up spending the entire morning working on his new lightsaber just to get a little focus. In fact, by the time actual afternoon rolled around, he was still sitting on the floor, surrounded by lightsaber parts, floating the new crystal up into the air as he tweaked the setting. It'd taken him a long while to find a crystal that matched his main hand 'saber's in color and intensity; he didn't want to risk messing up the casing and possibly damaging the thing in the process. Besides, Sparks might not show up at all.
That was his story, anyway. He was sticking with it.
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It took him until Saturday before he trusted himself enough - and had convinced himself enough - to send Sparks a message: lunch on me at my place. Nice, neutral, simple.
Nice, neutral, and simple enough that he'd wound up spending the entire morning working on his new lightsaber just to get a little focus. In fact, by the time actual afternoon rolled around, he was still sitting on the floor, surrounded by lightsaber parts, floating the new crystal up into the air as he tweaked the setting. It'd taken him a long while to find a crystal that matched his main hand 'saber's in color and intensity; he didn't want to risk messing up the casing and possibly damaging the thing in the process. Besides, Sparks might not show up at all.
That was his story, anyway. He was sticking with it.
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