MCA #4, Monday Evening

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After a night spent running around getting shot at (as per usual), Atton had managed to grab like two hours of naptime before jumping back on a portal back here. It had dropped him off in the afternoon, which left him enough time to get another quick hour's worth of sleep and then change into some Earth-appropriate clothes (Metallica t-shirt, jeans. The fingerless gloves were never going anywhere now that he had them back, though). Because it felt weird to be hanging around a bunch of Earth teenagers in a Jedi tunic.

Oh, and order some pizza. Based on Karina's elaborate instructions. (Barbeque chicken with mushrooms and green pepper? Pepperoni with extra pepperoni? ... Okay, he couldn't fault the meaty one. Still. That girl was terrifying.) He had some soda in the fridge (Pepsi, not that he knew. It had been on sale) and a six pack for Sparkle. And he had a really terrible yet amazing holovid about a Togruta Jedi padawan and his Togruta detective girlfriend, set against the backdrop of the Great Sith War. (Whoever had written the damn holo clearly knew nothing about the era barring Exar Kun's and Nomi Sunrider's names, but eh.)

It had explosions. And melodrama. Sparks and Karina were teenagers, they'd appreciate at least one of the two.

Thusly prepared, he flopped back on the sofa. Okay. Maybe he could still fit in another five minute power-nap...?

[[ for two, and epic, epic SP. ]]

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Excuse you, Atton, but what exactly was wrong with knowing precisely what she liked? Hm?

It was probably unsurprising that she was (also) precisely on time, right? Karina was kickass at both schedules and knowing what she wanted and he was just going to have to cope with that.

… And he was also going to have to cope with the fuzzy black Roomba that was attached to her shoulder. Velcro wasn't hers, of course, but Sparkle needed his kitty back and she'd decided that killing two birds with one stone was the most efficient way to go about this.

She also had a bag of kitty toys and treats and stuff since, well, it wasn't like she was going to have a cat of her own anytime soon, so Sparkle was getting all the shit she'd bought for Velcro too.

Karina knocked.

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Sigh. There went his five minutes of power-nap time. Atton peeled himself off the sofa and walked towards the door. He slid a hand through his hair, shoving it more or less back into its usual shape.

Then he opened the door.

"Hey, Kar--"

Oh, space. She hadn't. Tell him he was hallucinating.

"You brought the beast?!"

Velcro. His eternal enemy.

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She'd been all set to say 'hey' right back and do the polite greeting thing when--

Her mouth dropped open.

"The beast?!" Seriously, Atton, what the hell? Velcro was the least beastly thing on this island, bar none. "What did Velcro ever do to you?"

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"He ruined my jacket!"

Okay, one, that was eight years ago. Two, it wasn't ruined. But still.

"That creature likes to terrorize my life!"

Again, a little over the top there, considering the reality of it, Rand.

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"Oh my god, get over it, loser," she said, leaning more towards amused now. "He's a cat, there's no way he's ruined your life even if he did ruin your jacket."

Seriously, Atton. Seriously.

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"Who ruined Atton's lif-Velcro!! Oh, man, hey there buddy!"

Yeah, Sparkle had arrived, and he had totally spotted his cat.

"You been behaving yourself for Karina? Huh? And giving Atton a hard time like a good boy? Yeah?"

He was smitten with this animal. Nothing would ever change this fact.

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"Oh, space, you're both disgusting," Atton griped, though he stepped aside so they could come in. "That cat even gets near me, he's going in the guest room, you hear?"

Beat.

"Or near any of my clothes!"

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"Hope you've put your laundry away then," she retorted, grinning at Sparkle as she made her way past Atton. "He's been great, seriously. You want to take him?"

If you wanted him, then you'd have to pry him off her shoulder, Sparkle. But given that Velcro probably viewed Sparkle as His Person, maybe that wouldn't be so hard?

[myownface]

Sparkle was so not above prying. It was just a matter of leaning and extracting the cat, claw by claw, so as to not leave Karina with a lovingly mutilated shoulder.

"You say that as though Atton ever does laundry," Sparkle snorted as he got to work doing just that. "I've seen cockroaches who clean themselves more often."

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"Hey, remember who's hosting, here. And I totally do my laundry."

Once a month? Once a month sounded right.

... Maybe once every two months. He shut the door behind the two of them, still rolling his eyes.

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Ewww. Ewww.

"You're only hosting because coming to the dorms would be inappropriate," Karina pointed out lightly, patiently waiting for Sparkle to finish prying his cat off of her.

[myownface]

Plink, plink, plink-- Okay, woo! Second paw free! Sparkle lifted Velcro up into the air victoriously, grinned broadly at him, and then set him down on his own shoulder.

Shoulder cats were awesome, and he wouldn't hear anything to the contrary.

"And you're On Notice for your pizza delivery methods," he added, helpfully. "I mean that window isn't going to be my problem for much longer, but seriously, I don't think it was all that hungry."

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Oh, come on!

"I didn't throw the pizza!" This was going to be one of those kneejerk, automatic defense things, wasn't it? Atton was going to potter over to the actual pizza he was actually supplying here, grab a slice of the all-meat one, and collapse on the sofa. "The squirrels made that part up."

Lies. Filthy lies.

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"No one believes that," Karina said, reaching over to pet Velcro briefly before wandering into Atton's place with the air of someone half-expecting a terrible house-keeping disaster to greet her.

"You're just deluding yourself. Poorly."

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"I mean, maybe it wasn't Atton who did it," Sparkle mused. "There were green pepper bits on there, and he's like fundamentally opposed to the colour green. But I dunno who else has an arm that good who would want me to have pizza that badly."

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Atton's place was not a terrible house-keeping disaster. But it was mostly not a terrible house-keeping disaster by virtue of Atton not owning much: the living room had a sofa, and a holovid set-up he'd rigged up himself, and a slight indentation in the floor in the back where he'd once spent an unhappy week.

He'd mostly cleared the weapons he'd brought in last week out of the living room, at least. ... Into his bedroom, the door to which was now closed. (And the kitchen, well. Nobody really came there except Sparkle.) So the likelihood of them tripping over a spare blaster carbine was... smaller than it had been a few days ago?

"Squirrels," he said firmly. "Or some kind of concerned citizen making food delivery. I don't know, I was busy."

Throwing pizzas.

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The apartment was kinda barren in her eyes, but that was better than a mess, so Karina let it go without comment.

"Excuses," she said dismissively, now inspecting the pizzas. "You got the right ones!"

Congratulations, Atton. You could follow basic instructions!

Okay, so maybe her order had been rather particular, but he'd said she could pick. It was all his fault.

[myownface]

"Oh my god," Sparkle said approvingly. "That one has green on it."

Which was awesome!

... He was going to reach for the pepperoni one anyway. For now. Look at all that pepperoni! Look at it!

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, now. Karina had extorted the pizza out of him. It was in no way his fault.

"Will you two just sit your asses down instead of making veiled digs at everything?" Atton said, getting back up, himself. "I'm getting the drinks."

He gave a vague nod in Karina's direction. "Beer or soda?"

Pffft, drinking ages.

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Well, Karina was just going to help herself to the non-pepperoni one.

"Soda, please," she said, giving Atton a rather disapproving glance before shaking her head. Look, she cared about drinking ages.

But, yeah, okay. She supposed after the last week that Sparkle could have a beer if he wanted, so she wasn't going to actually say anything about it.

Instead, she wandered over to the couch with her pizza and stole the spot where Atton had been sitting. Yes.

[myownface]

"Oh god, there's beer?"

Yeah, Sparkle wasn't even going to pretend the beer wasn't there with him in mind. Atton didn't much care for the stuff, and Karina was, like, Pepsi-obsessed or something.

"I don't even care if it's that cruddy American kind. Throw one of those my way?"

[suitably_heroic]

Karina should be glad she didn't know the entire list of things Atton was perfectly okay with. Minor issues like 'ducking the drinking age' and 'Sparkle's shoplifting' were at the very bottom of that list.

"Because I am a giving person who doesn't deserve to be mocked over some trumped-up pizza situation," Atton called as he wandered into the kitchen, "I actually got you Canadian beer. You're welcome."

He snagged a bottle of it, and a large bottle of Pepsi along with two glasses.

Then he walked back on out and let out a low-key, "Catch," as he tossed the bottle in Sparkle's general direction.

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So much silent judging was going on, guys. So much.

The list of things Karina wasn't okay with was, well, probably much longer than the list of things Atton and Sparkle weren't okay with by... quite a bit.

... Why was she even friends with them?

"Don't miss," she said, watching to see where the beer was flying. If it hit her, she'd hit back.

[myownface]

Sparkle was going to catch that beer, dammit. He was going to catch it and he was going to cuddle the goddamn bottle to his chest.

"Oh my god. Oh my god I take everything back and you're amazing," he declared. "I can probably let the pizza thing slide because of this."

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"I am amazing," Atton agreed, as he sank into the only spot left to him on the sofa. "I'm glad we're finally recognizing that. We should do that more often."

The two glasses went on the table. He was pouring them full of Pepsi a moment later. "But there was no pizza thing," he added. "There's pizza now, though, and the best of terrible wannabe historical soap opera that only Coruscanti holovids can provide."