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Dantooine, Saturday

The problem with portaling to Dantooine was that the portal dumped you out at the spaceport and then you had to fly a speeder through the grasslands just to get to the Enclave. It was a pain in the ass, and one of a few reasons why Atton couldn't actually argue with Mical's 'move off of Dantooine' plans too much.

He was still going to argue, though. Just because. (Added to that: Coruscant was like the pretentious guy's Nar Shaddaa, and what kind of person lives in a Temple, anyway?)

He was used to it now, though, which is why the moment he stepped out of the portal he was making a beeline for the guy who rented out the speeders, passing by a bunch of droids and a Rodian on the way there. "Just get me something fast, all right? A two-seater."

[[ for the kid with the funny hair. ]]

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Well, what else was Mical going to do between being all fake-pious and messing with the plumbing? Holovids were excellent time-wasters!

"Yeah, let's do that," Sparkle agreed with a nod. "I'm looking forward to seeing what all of the fuss is about, already."

Atton produced his comlink and made a quick call. Couple of nerf burgers with a side of the local booze and (sigh) whatever vegetables they decided to throw in with that.

"There," he said. "Now hopefully we've scared off all the locals so they stop deciding to drop in every five minutes."

See? Sparkle was looking all proud of you, Atton! Vegetables! Atta boy!

"If it comes down to it, I'm not opposed to camping out in here and just constantly ordering delivery all weekend," Sparkle decided. "There are worse ways to spend a weekend."

Atton reserved the right not to actually eat any of the vegetables. Just FYI.

"Eh, it's a big place," he said. "We could camp out in the basement if we wanted to. Of course, I'm not sure that place is like, entirely laigrek-free at this point..."

If he didn't eat them, he was going to get so pouted at. It was the only weapon Sparkle had at his disposal. He was going to abuse it.

"Which ones are those, again?"

Sparkle, don't ask. You don't want to know. You really, really don't.

"You know those, uh, praying mantises you guys have?" Atton said. "Think those. But bigger. And they have horns."

Charming, really.

Oh, they sounded it.

"... I'm going to freak the fuck out if I ask how much bigger and I actually get an answer, aren't I?"

Because mantids were actually kind of cute. Mostly because they were tiny and thus easily squishable.

"They're at least a little smaller than you," Atton said.

That was meant to be reassuring, yes.

"I think we got most of 'em when we cleared this place out."

"Ooooooooohkay. Never going down to the basement," Sparkle declared. "Good to know, thanks for the heads-up, I keep forgetting that everything in the galaxy probably wants to kill you. Like fucking interplanetary Australia or something."

Atton let out a snort. "Oh, it's not that bad, kid," he said. "Well, unless you go looking for it, then you'll usually find something. But that goes for your Toronto as much as it does for my... entire galaxy."

"Okay, okay, I follow that," Sparkle replied. "That said? Still not a fan of bugs that are almost my size. I mean. For the record, and all."

Toronto didn't have those, even if the cockroaches did get pretty big.

"If it's any consolation, the laigreks are the only ones I know of on this planet," Atton said brightly.

He shrugged.

"Do you want the tour of these oh-so-interesting old ruins, or not? I can point you to all the really fascinating rubble."

"Sure," Sparkle replied, shrugging off the whole laigrek thing and smirking a little. "Just so long as we don't miss our nerf delivery. Maybe we can find more waterfalls."

Never. Letting. It. Go.

Atton let out a snort as he stepped outside the room back into the hallway. "Little waterfalls everywhere," he said, "Waterfalls on the roof, waterfalls on the floor, waterfalls in his bedroom..."

"Little precious has a natural obsession with the plumbing but he just can't see," Sparkle singsonged as he followed, dredging up a song that was actually older than he was, because sometimes you just had to riff on Waterfalls. "He gives it tweaking that the pipes just can't handle, then he shrugs and says, 'hey, it looks good to me!'"

And it wasn't even one of those weekends. Sparkle was just making up for lost time.

"Oh, Force, how did I ever survive karaoke nights with you?" Atton said.

By being drunk and not minding all that much.

"If you want, I can hold off on the singing until the booze gets here," Sparkle offered, smirking.

"Nah, nah," Atton said, waving his hand vaguely in the air as they approached the courtyard. "Just make it louder so Mical can hear it."

Small pleasures.

SCORE.

"Don't go making waterfalls! Please stick to the flooded-toilet puddles you're uuused to!"

Yeah. Sparkle had permission. He was belting this, now.

"I know that you want to have it your way or nothing at all, but you really look like an ass!"

They couldn't see Mical from here, but really, who needed to see Mical's face when you could look at the shit-eating grin on Atton's face? There were advantages to being psychically connected to the universe, like knowing when someone you disliked was really, really aggravated all of a sudden.

They came to a stop in a field of grass. "I'm just going to let you finish."

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