suitably_heroic | The Nerf Nest, Two Levels Below The Surface, Coruscant, Saturday Afternoon

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The Nerf Nest, Two Levels Below The Surface, Coruscant, Saturday Afternoon

Not every dining establishment on Coruscant had the privilege of being housed on the top level; the Nerf Nest was hidden away in a street some two levels down. It was nice, though. Sunlight still reached this place. Also, the slightly longer walk was good for Sparkle, considering Atton had slightly toned down the workout today.

He had to make up for that somehow.

He felt a little lighter, being back here. It was weird. This week had felt like he was sliding back into whatever hole he'd been in last year, with an extra dose of weird paranoia. Kinda like the island was tired, and it was taking it out on Atton, or something.

Whatever. It was good to be out of that for a minute. He was having a hard enough time repressing the fact he was turning thirty today without the island messing with his head.

"I like this place," he said, as he stepped into the restaurant properly. "Doesn't get all pretentious about the layout or the music, but the food's great."

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Sparkle nodded. Yeah, he'd known a few of those ones. Again, mostly recently. Again, mostly on the island. Lewis was still saving up for a house in a nice neighbourhood. You didn't get many of the charming types in the shitholes that they'd been set up in so far.

"Hell, even I can do charming when I need to. It's a smile and some pretty words and a nice suit." He poked at the menu as the waiter came up to them. "I'll have that to drink and whichever one of these sandwiches has the most nerf in it without needing like three people to carry it out. And the soup of the day looks good, I'll have that."

Which came already dead and wasn't likely to kill him. He'd checked! He was learning.

"Just get me a giant slab of nerf and what the kid's drinking," Atton told the waiter. He relaxed back in his seat.

"Anyway, the only advice I have on identifying snakes is attention to detail," he said. "Catch that one moment they slip, just for a second. And be wary of the charming, well-dressed ones." Beat. "Or get Force sensitive and then you have the joy of having something screeching NOT RIGHT, NOT RIGHT in your brain a lot."

"Oh, well, that part sounds great. Where do I sign up for that?"

Sparkle was pretty sure it didn't work that way, but hey, if it did, he'd be tempted. Be a space wizard. Almost get killed every other weekend for a living. Sounded like a great time.

"Two floors up and to the Temple," Atton said, with a snort. "Say 'may the Force be with you' five times and spin in a circle, it might work."

"If nothing else, at least it'd be amusing to see the look on people's faces when I do it."

Come on. Just picture Mical's reaction. Go on. It was worth taking a moment to envision.

Atton let out a little snicker. "And you would, too," he said. Fondly. "Watch out, Mical might start thinking you have it out for him."

The waiter stopped by and put both of their glasses down. Atton snagged his own, quickly enough, and tried not to think about the fact he was an - ugh - thirty-year-old man talking about pranking another grown man with a teenager. Stupid birthdays wrecked everything.

Pfft, if thirty was too old for pranks, Sparkle hoped he died young doing something reckless like glitterbombing Skywalker again.

His final words would be, 'Worth it.'

"What, don't I?" He reached for his own glass and gave Atton a grin. "Thirsty?"

Atton rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. "No, just reminded I'm getting old," he muttered grudgingly.

See Sparkle. See Sparkle lean forward a little, raising his eyebrows.

"Getting old? Oh, shit, is someone having a birthday today? Is that what's up? I don't need to like get up on a table and sing you a birthday song or anything do I?"

He would! He could! Sparkle was very good at those!

Ugh. See, this is why he should never talk about stuff like honesty to people at a time like this. It made him say honesty-adjacent things. And then people got things. And then Sparkle Sparkled all over it.

"Don't you even dare," Atton muttered, thumping his head against the table. "I'll choke you to death with your own backpack."

"Okay, okay, easy man," Sparkle replied, easing back a little and, so help him, hunkering a bit possessively over that bag of his. It was his precious, Atton. Nobody messed with the bag, even when it didn't have incriminating stolen goods in it (which was, admittedly, a rare thing) that could potentially get him off the hook on serving jail time or getting his ass deported back to Canada or something (which happened far less often). "It's not even that big a deal, is it? Like, getting older, go you, you managed to make it this long and still be not dead."

"I'm thirty today," Atton muttered. "Pretty sure that doesn't make any kind of sense whatsoever. How the hells did I make thirty?"

He noticed the hunkering, but he didn't think much of it. Maybe he might have if Sparkle hadn't been Sparkle, but he wasn't quite as primed around the kid these days as he was around most people.

"A combination of dumb luck, good shooting, and even more dumb luck?"

Sparkle was pretty sure that was how it had gone down, anyway. It was his best guess.

Guess who was also making a mental note of the date. For reasons.

"Hey, hey," Atton said, "Some of that dumb luck was planned, okay?"

He rubbed the back of his head as he sat back up. "Anyway, let's just pretend we don't know this about me, all right? I'm just going to sit here and be not old."

"Pff. You're not old. You're just older than you were counting on. That's not the same thing."

Take it from the high school kid, Atton. Because he'd totally know, right?

"Older than I was counting on and having this conversation with a kid from the category 'barely legal'," Atton said. "Serves me right, running back to my old high school."

Sparkle just wrinkled his nose and leaned forward to try to poke Atton in the shoulder.

"And? Like, 'barely legal' would be an issue if you were trying to get into my pants, man, but a friend's still a friend. I don't know where you got this stupid idea in your head that there's some kind of like maximum age gap for friendship, but that's bullshit."

Atton rolled his eyes. "Hey, you try coming back to a school you were already too old for when you were attending it, oh, seven years later, and finding out everyone there is basically the same age as you left them," he said.

He leaned back. "I can't talk to Sia anymore. Too weird."

Or painful, after sex pollen week, but he was trying not to dip too far into the honesty well again.

Sparkle was briefly tempted to ask how talking to him was any less weird, but he decided, for a change of pace, to take the more tactful route and have himself a mouthful of juice instead.

"Well, hey, at least it means you don't have to get to know anybody all over again."

... That could be a bonus, right?

It just was less weird, okay? And maybe Atton had put Sia on a pedestal for a while, there, when he'd been a student. Made it weirder when you finally realized you couldn't genuinely talk to someone because they were so much younger than you were. On every level.

Sparkle was different. No pedestal, for one, and besides, the kid had seen enough crap in his life that, well, at least it still felt like they had something in common.

He sighed. "Yeah, because between you and Skywalker, I have such an active social life."

Sparkle shrugged his shoulders a little. Okay, fine, if he wanted to trot out that argument.

"Fair enough. Counterpoint- the only person keeping you from getting a more active one is you. Like, okay, the island is a shitty example, since it's so small in the first place, but even that has like bars. And, god forbid, people your own age who you didn't go to school with."

"I went to a party last night," Atton said, and okay, that came out a little defensive. "I talked to a pony. It was fantastic. Can we move on? To, I don't know, what's the worst thing that's happened to you in the past seven days?"

Sparkle... just kind of groaned and thumped his own forehead on the table, now.

"Can we not?"

That was a fantastic and likely super reassuring answer he'd dug up there, wasn't it?

"I didn't get shot at. That was pretty awesome. But, like, the biggest, stupidest shit I did already got reported on the radio and now everyone knows. Go Team Squirrel."

"Yeah, well, I don't actually skim over every radio broadcast waiting for a mention of your name, so you might as well fill me in," Atton said.

And took a sip of his juice.

Turnabout was fair play, damn it.

But Sparkle didn't wanna.

"I got busted shoplifting," he muttered, making a face as he reached for his juice again, sitting up. "It was a stupid fucking beginner mistake. The guy who owns the shop saw me palm this stupid little piece of shit trinket and got pissed about it. It happens. It just means I need to get better at not getting caught."

Or contemplate not shoplifting, Spark?

"But, like, now every store owner on the island is going to be watching my ass because some squirrel decided to give someone a note about it."

Yes, sure. That was the biggest problem here.

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