Voicemail Post

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey. This is Atton. If you're getting this, I'm either not around or I can't tell you where I am, so leave a message and I'll figure out if I want to get back to you."

Beep.

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[myownface]

Sparkle was bored.

Sparkle was so damn bored. The drama program that Hannibal had paid for him to go to in DC only ran Monday through Friday, and while today was a beautiful day in his neck of the woods, Sparkle really didn't feel up to going outside and wandering around. He'd picked up cat food already. That was enough effort for one day. He was laying on his back on the floor with his legs sticking straight upwards, ass against the wall and Velcro sitting on his chest when he texted Atton.

Hey. Hey. Hey you. Still alive out there?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton? Atton was safely back on the Ebon Hawk, waiting for Meetra and her team to make it back down again.

He spun around in his pilot's chair and snagged his phone off one of the consoles.

Still alive and accounted for. Not for lack of trying, but hey, things are starting to look up.

He was going to eat that later.

[myownface]

That's what I like to hear! Something resembling sane again?

Sparkle sent that text, and then set his phone down for a moment. Velcro wasn't quite comfortable where he had sat himself before, and now Sparks needed to relocate the cat butt from his face.

[suitably_heroic]

See, that's why Atton didn't believe in pets. Way too much of a hassle.

Apparently Meetra just sorted out a civil war on Onderon. We beat a bunch of Sith down here who were trying to enact some kind of 'dark ritual'. Pretentious idiots. We've tracked down all the Jedi Masters that are still alive, so we might actually get something going.

[myownface]

... Wow. I managed to make a grilled cheese sandwich without burning the apartment down this afternoon. You're making me look bad. By something you mean you're gonna, what, put them to work again?

Rebuild the Jedi Order or something? Sparkle had a lot of sandwiches to make before he could even begin to feel adequate, comparatively.

[suitably_heroic]

We've still got two Sith Lords running around. Allegedly Meetra's going to grab them and Atris-with-the-anger-management-problems and figure out how to deal with those guys. Who knows, I could be back in a cantina somewhere within the week.

Okay, even he knew that was wishful thinking, but he was still clinging to the idea he'd be able to go back to his old life after this.

[myownface]

Velcro finally gave up his attempt to sit on Sparkle's face, and plodded around him to flop down beside his ass, instead. That would do.

You should come to DC. We can get drunk. I'll make you sandwiches. I've been eating a lot of fucking sandwiches lately.

... They were easy. Sparkle was a big fan of easy.

[suitably_heroic]

I might take you up on that once we drop everyone off on Dantooine.

Sandwiches and booze with Sparkle for a weekend? Sounded all kinds of amazing right now.

I feel like I haven't had a chance to sit down since... well, since last time I saw you.

[myownface]

Brutal shit, man. Two weeks? You deserve a break. The minute you get the chance, get your ass over here. I'll skip workshop lessons if it comes to that. Woo, theatre games.

Okay, so Sparkle loved the theatre games. He would eat, sleep, and breathe improve theatre if he could get away with it. But priorities tended to stick Atton firmly at the lead. Because Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

Oh, I will. Thanks.

He considered leaving it at that.

You know. For everything. But don't take that the wrong way or anything.

Yes, Atton, very verbose and easy to parse.

[myownface]

When it came to communication skills, Atton truly surpassed most. Ish.

Whatever way the wrong way is, I'll be sure to try to take it like that. I'm spiteful that way.

It was just how Sparkle rolled.

But I mean really, man, what the hell else am I gonna do? You're my people.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, this was the guy who kept appending "I'M JUST DOING THIS FOR THE PAST, JUST SO YOU KNOW" to everything and anything that sounded like maybe he was loyal to the girl he was in love with.

Not that he was in love with her. That would be stupid.

How's the theater program or whatever it is you're doing? Like, how high are the levels of melodrama there? Did you get kicked out yet?

Woohoo, swerve.

[myownface]

Yeah, Sparkle would never guess that this was a topic change or anything, Atton.

It's stupid. I actually like the fucking thing. No, I didn't see that coming. There are people enrolled in this thing that are bigger dramabombs than I am. Thespians are insane. One girl still insists she's going to grow up to be a butterfly.

It was possible that Sparkle had found his true calling in life.

... Theatre. Not being a butterfly.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton was smooth. Smoother than smooth.

... Okay, he really could be, just not usually about the people he actually cared about. Take it as a compliment.

Yeah, that sounds like you. It really kinda did. How much -- he had to think to come up with the word for a minute -- bullshit have you slung so far? Anybody think your parents were raised by banthas or something?

[myownface]

Sparkle let out a whoop of laughter at that, effectively scaring the cat. He was going to ignore the little gouges in his arm from where Velcro had used him as a launching pad in his daring escape.

Three other students are now calling me 'Your Highness,' and I'm still waiting for another one to figure out that there's only one of me and I'm not actually my own twin. I love it. On Fandom you tell people shit like this and they just take it with a grain of salt, takes all the fun out of it and there's no point. Here it's a challenge again.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, you know you're not trying hard enough until you get at least one of them to give you money. Or at least a free lunch, Atton wrote. Maybe play matchmaker without any of them noticing. You know, visible results.

[myownface]

One of them buys me a Coke from the vending machine every time we walk by it between voice training and choreography. Does that count? I am tempted to start trying to hook them all up with one another. Or at least mess with this one guy's wardrobe. It's fucking July, even I ditch the all black from time to time in weather like this.

Very rarely, but he did, dammit.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, he was talking to Atton, of the dual purpose black/brown jacket and white linen undershirts. And Force help them all if he ever started wearing Jedi tunics.

You could spill some paint on there, I guess. Or wash his darks with his whites. Or what is it-- whacha call it again-- when you wash 'em and it bleaches out parts of the fabric...

[myownface]

What, like acid-wash? Or just straight-up bleached? Sounds like fun. Guerrilla bleaching. Here I was just gonna try to swap out all his clothes with like Hawaiian shirts or something.

Which could still be fun!

[suitably_heroic]

Acid-wash, that's the thing!

Seriously, Atton had forgotten all of his Earth. All of it.

I mean, that can't be too tough. Or you could head back to that clothing store you used to work at and grab some women's underwear.

Thanks, Atton.

[myownface]

"... I could head back to either store I used to work at and grab that. I bet he'd look pretty hot in a corset and fishnets, right before ripping out my spleen."

But what a way to go!

[suitably_heroic]

You can't just rip out a guy's spleen. Baseline humans can't actually work up that kind of blunt strength, Atton wrote. He's more likely to break your nose.

[myownface]

Oh, well, that's not so bad, then.

Except for the broken nose part.

I mean, I won't DIE with a busted nose. And then I can just break his right back.

[suitably_heroic]

You remember how to throw a punch, kid?

Because otherwise they were going to have to spend that weekend off doing remedial combat training.

[myownface]

Come on! I've only been away from the island like two weeks now. I can still hit things.

A few moments later, Sparkle sent a follow-up text.

Except walls. Ow.