MCA #4, Monday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

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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[myownface]

Excuse Sparkle for a moment. He needed to come up with some sort of reply that didn't sound completely stupid, and the best that he was coming up with involved soggy feet.

His percent was still not very one-hundred just yet.

"I can be deep when I need to," he settled on instead, giving an indignant sniff. "But considering present company, I figured openly ogling the famous people was par for the course."

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, so we get Shallow Sparkle," Atton concluded, "And the rest of the world gets, what, the poet with the deep and intrinsic knowledge of the workings of the world? Never looks at an ass outside this room, Sparkle."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina grinned at Atton.

"I get the feeling that we're getting ripped off," she observed.

[myownface]

"Heh, nah," Sparkle snorted. "This is for the best for everyone, seriously. Nobody wants poet Sparkle. Realist Sparkle? Fuck that guy. He's no fun anyway."

[suitably_heroic]

"See, the only Sparkle I don't want in my house is 'Pours Glitter On Everything' Sparkle," Atton said. "So if we're denouncing some Sparkle or another, let's spare a moment for that one, all right?"

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I've met that one, thank god," Karina noted. "But if I do, I'll make sure to slam the door in his face."

[myownface]

"What about 'Minor Pyrotechnics Indoors' Sparkle? I like that guy. He and I are buds," Sparkle wondered, pursing his lips a little. "Glitter-On-Everything Sparkle is reserved for school functions and tormenting Skywalker."

They were important life goals, here.

[suitably_heroic]

"No pyrotechnics in the house, or my brooding landlord is going to show up to try and be sarcastic at you," Atton advised.

He stretched his legs out. Togruta Jedi on-screen managed to make it out of the Temple, where his Togruta girlfriend was waiting for him.

"Anyway, let Poet Sparkle and Realist Sparkle know they probably won't get dropkicked out of the window."