Atton's Coruscant, Saturday

[suitably_heroic]

This would not be the first time that Atton woke up a girl. It would, however, be the first time Atton woke up a girl while on Coruscant, and so there'd been a lot of groaning and complaining for about half an hour until he realized just how badly he could freak out Mical with it.

Also, the boobs. He'd lost another half hour on the boobs.

Of course, by the time it was time to pick up Sparkle from Portalocity, both had kind of lost their novelty factor, and he was left with a body that didn't balance quite the way he expected. Which meant no training, because he was absolutely not going to break a toe or something in front of Sparkle, thank you very much. He was going to have to do something he'd half-promised Sparkle at... some point, instead.

Though, he realized as he waited in the Portalocity office, at least no one had accosted him about being that Jedi today. (And Jedi tunics were unisex, which was nice and easy, at least. Even if he'd had to steal one of Mira's bras. He was just... not going to tell her about it later.)

[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have yo. ]]

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[myownface]

It took Sparkle a moment, once he was through his portal, to realize exactly why he didn't recognize the chick that was wearing what looked to be Atton's clothes. And then it took him another couple of moments to stop from swearing.

If that swearing was both in relief and disappointment, well, Sparkle was a complicated kid, okay?

"Really? Really, you, and not me?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Yep," Atton said, "Apparently."

Hey, it wasn't like he was complaining about his boobs, but that was a particular level of disappointment he did not expect in any guy who had just found out he wasn't turning into a girl over the weekend. "The island, right?"

[myownface]

Hey, what could Sparkle say? He really liked being casually checked out by hot guys even when he was walking around in public. There was more to be disappointed about than the plumbing, anyway.

"The island," he agreed. "I guess the plus side is that I didn't end up, like, waking up a chick and then not noticing until I wandered into the living room or some shit like that."

That would have sucked. A lot.

[suitably_heroic]

"How small are your boobs as a chick?" Atton, that was rude. "Because I think you'd notice."

He turned and headed for the door.

[myownface]

"They're a perfectly respectable size!"

They were small. Sparkle had small boobs as a chick. Which wasn't going to stop him from that lament, anyway. Or from jogging to catch up.

"Anyway, I need, like, coffee in the morning before I'll notice much of anything, unless someone's been going through my things."

[suitably_heroic]

"Things any prospective assassin would want to know about you," Atton said cheerfully.

Not that he thought any assassins would come after Sparkle... back in Canada, anyway.

"Anyway, I'm stupidly off-balance, so congratulations, you get to shop and abuse the Temple kitchens while I baffle at how anyone could waste that much time on food."

[myownface]

"Oh, shit, seriously? Shopping? I'm gonna make tacos. Or pizza. Or... something. Maybe something inspired."

Inspired by how Atton got the boobs and Sparkle got to be cheerfully warned about assassins. That was inspirational, right?

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, in Atton's defense, there were Sith after him right now, and if Sith operating procedures versus Jedi were still the same they'd been back when he was Sith-- well.

He wasn't letting Sparkle out of his sight as long as he was in Atton's galaxy.

"Tacos or pizza are fine with me," he said. "We've got a full house today, Mira's in."

Though he had still stolen a bra instead of asking for one because it was Mira.

[myownface]

"Okay, so I'll be cooking for..." Sparkle hesitated for a moment. "How many?"

Them, the other Jedi, and at least that one padawan kid they'd talked about last time. So... for a number. Maybe he'd go with the tacos after all. It was easy to fake 'enough' by just making 'way too much.'

[suitably_heroic]

"Mira, Mical, Visas, Brianna, Mical's Padawan, Visas' Padawan, you and me," Atton counted off. "But I'm more than happy not to tell anyone if you don't want to deal with them."

He just figured freaking out Mical would be more fun over a dinner table with Sparks around.

[myownface]

"Nah, eight is easy," Sparkle decided, grinning. "I cook for, like, a dozen, so there'll be plenty, and I want to see people's faces when they get a load of... like... everything that is going on today. Everything."

Atton's tits, whatever the hell space tacos ended up tasting like... The whole thing.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton snickered.

"You should've seen Mical's face this morning," he said. Mimicking the shrieky thing Mical's voice once did, he batted his eyes and said, "Atton?!"

[myownface]

Sparkle had to cackle and clap his hands at that.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry I missed it." A beat. "And you do that impression way better as a chick, you know."

Which wasn't a dig at Atton so much as it was a statement about Mical's shrieky voice thing.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, Atton wouldn't take it as an insult. Mical's voice was higher than his, and more inclined to fluctuate dramatically.

He affected a posh, Coruscanti-with-a-scrap-of-Dantooine accent. "I do the impression better as a woman? You must be joking. Mical normally has a low, manly voice and is not at all easily startled."

[myownface]

Yeah, the cackling wasn't exactly going to stop any time soon, at this rate.

"Oh man, oh, man, you're right, how could I have gotten it all so wrong?!"

Flawless, Atton. Everything about that impression was flawless.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton dropped back into his usual, fashionably (and equally fake, but by now old habit) Outer Rim accent. "He really did shriek," he said. "It was kind of hilarious. Then there was a lot of yelling and stammering. I'm hoping for an encore tonight."

He took a turn. They were heading to the markets, so they'd have to head in roughly the direction of the Senate District... for which they'd have to bring the speeder.

[myownface]

SPEEDERSPEEDERSPEEDER. Sparkle was going to be treated to all the best things about Coruscant today, wasn't he?

"If there isn't one, I'm going to have to be sad," he decided. "Maybe we can hook you up with something with a low cut, see if we can get him to reach a pitch that can only be heard by dogs."

[suitably_heroic]

Sparkle had a weird idea of what the best things about Coruscant were, but sure.

There the speeder was, anyway. Atton hopped up and into the driver's seat. "I don't know," he said, "I'm not entirely sure Mical even knows what boobs are."

[myownface]

"See," Sparkle climbed into the passenger's side, "that'll just make it funnier. Picture it. 'What are those!?'"

Sparkle's accent was pretty good, too. And he even managed to get his voice to crack!

[suitably_heroic]

Atton barked out a loud laugh before he could say anything else, because he had to. "Okay, that's perfect," he said, "But, y'know, he works with Mira. I'm pretty sure Mira thinks she was given cleavage for the express purpose of distracting guys so she can shove a Bothan Stunner in their dangly parts."

He turned on the engine.

[myownface]

"Well, has she ever shoved one in Mical's?"

Sparkle asked the important questions, here.

[suitably_heroic]

"Sadly," Atton sighed, "No. I would've paid to see that."

[myownface]

"Well, hey... give it time. Maybe eventually he'll do something that'll earn it."

They could live in eternal hope, right?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pulled a face. "Nah, Mira mostly just finds him boring," he said. "It's the stupid earnest thing."

Look, 'more boring than me' was how Atton chose to parse anything Mira ever said about Mical, and he was comfortable that way.

[myownface]

Sparkle considered that for a moment, and then shrugged and nodded.

"Okay, yeah, I can see how she would. I'd say Mical goes out of his way to be boring, but honestly? I don't think he has that much imagination."