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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[suitably_heroic]

"A wise choice," the Neimoidian droned, though she didn't sound particularly invested. She put some of each in the bag, and Atton handed over the credit chip again.

"It's a Coruscant marketplace," he said, to Sparkle. "I mean, people here like to pretend it's all civilized and clean, but... well, nobody needs you getting hopped up on glitterstim by accident."

[myownface]

There was a long pause at that, and then Sparkle blinked, and grinned, and just laughed outright.

"Okay, like, being fucked up on random drugs without even seeing it coming would probably suck, but what a name."

Honestly. A kid named Sparkle being messed up on glitter would be humourously fitting. If not for the whole telepathy and highly addictive yadda yadda of the thing.

[suitably_heroic]

"Which is the whole reason why I'm warning you," Atton said sagely, "Because I'm pretty sure if you actually ran across it, the name would make you stick it in your stupid face."

[myownface]

"It's because I never developed basic common sense to go with my amazing sense of humour," Sparkle decided, still grinning. "But okay, okay, no eating the space glitter. It'll be tough, but I think I can handle it."

It would be way harder to resist than something with a name like deathsticks, though.

[suitably_heroic]

"There might be hope for you yet," Atton said. "But don't quote me on that. You might start using it as an excuse to pick up the stupid-slack."

He put the spice bag in the vegetable bag. Seemed like the best place to put it. "Save it for the next time you see Cade, instead."

[myownface]

"Cade can have all the stupid," Sparkle promised. "I will sit back and observe the stupid, so that I might understand just how stupid that stupid happens to be. That work?"

He'd film it for posterity, anyway.

[suitably_heroic]

"You know, I was just about to say 'I wonder how he's dealing with the weekend weird'," Atton said, "And then I realized it's Cade and I really, truly don't want to know."

His own half hour of squishy probably paled in comparison.

[myownface]

Sparkle's mouth fell open. And then he shut it again. And then, once more, open.

And then he just snickered.

"Yeah, no, probably not. Like. Going by weird weekends past, the responsible option still involves showing a lot of cleavage and seeing how many guys want to buy him drinks."

Which, you know, Sparkle would be all over doing too, if the island hadn't ripped him off royally this weekend. Boo.

[suitably_heroic]

"Nobody wants to see that," Atton complained.

Look, he'd made out with a girl!Cade on a soap opera weekend, he had a right to have an opinion.

"Though on the other hand, now I'm feeling like I'm wasting my day of boobs."

[myownface]

"You might get another day of boobs," Sparkle pointed out. "Like, it's probably a whole... weekend of boobs thing. That's more the island's speed, anyway. And if I'm wrong? Well, I'd be sorry, but I got screwed in the not-fun way this time around, so."

[suitably_heroic]

"Are you really that hard-up for free drinks?" Atton asked, shooting him a look.

[myownface]

"Pffth. Like I'd be doing it for the drinks."

Come on now, Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

"You need to get laid," Atton concluded.

[myownface]

"I really need to get laid," Sparkle grumbled. "You know what fancy neighbourhoods suck for? I'll give you three guesses."

If any of those guesses were 'getting laid,' good job.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shot him a glance. "Don't you people have apps for that?" he said. "Or, y'know, you could skulk off to another neighborhood."

[myownface]

"Sure, there are apps for that. Like I'm going to trust them. I like shopping around in person." Sparkle rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Bars, though. Just so long as Lewis doesn't find out, like, sure."

Because god, he would be in so much shit if he got busted cruising gay bars in Toronto. Especially since he was at least marginally certain that Lewis spent the occasional night off exploring them himself.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine," he said, "Just don't say I didn't try to think with you, here."

He was still on his self-enforced celibacy streak. ...Electroclash notwithstanding.

[myownface]

Sparkle gave his shoulders a shrug.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "I'm just, you know, going to complain. It's what I do."

It felt good to have the eyes of people he was actually attracted to on him. Sure, he'd rather be able to have that while in his own skin, but from time to time...?

[suitably_heroic]

"Complain, complain," Atton agreed, sighing.

He might've suggested some places on Coruscant a few months back, but right now that mostly sounded like an excellent way to get Sparkle killed by a bunch of Sith with a grudge.

"I'm sure you'll kill that dry streak... eventually." Possibly not until the kid finally got out of that house and over his crush on Lewis, though. "I just wouldn't suggest trying while you have boobs."

[myownface]

Hey! In fairness, Sparkle was reasonably certain that Lewis was looking back! He just had to test that theory.

Because Sparkle was a huge idiot.

"Well, hey, I don't have them this time around, so it'll be a while before I have to worry about that being an issue anyway."

[suitably_heroic]

Sparkle. No. Sparkle. No.

Take it from the guy who had never made a move on the love of his life, there were times you just should not want to go there.

(Although the reasons Sparkle should have not to go there were probably more compelling than the ones Atton had not to go there. But that wasn't important.)

"At least another year, probably," he agreed. "Or I guess half of one, in your case."

[myownface]

There was a moment's pause, and then Sparkle blinked.

"Oh, shit, you're right," he replied. "Like, these things are going to last shorter, but that means it's going to take place like twice as often."

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Excuse him, he needed to take a moment to look toward the sky in a fit of dramatics and swear a lot.

[suitably_heroic]

"Congratulations," Atton announced, "You're going to be a pony twice a year!"

[myownface]

"No, like, you don't even... sometimes this stuff happens like two weeks in a row, so I could be, like, a pony, and then three days later I might be five."

SPARKLE WAS NOT PLEASED ABOUT THIS DEVELOPMENT.

"But this one missed me? So, like... maybe I'm catching a break? Like, I spent years on the island bitching about how this shit follows us home, so it might be trying to be all in-your-face-Sparkle about it?"

He could hope.

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, you keep showing up here every Saturday, you're at least going to have updates on whether a thing is going on," Atton said. He rolled his eyes. "See, that's the downside of staying on to teach on the island - no squeaking out of it on the basis of living and breathing elsewhere."

Because why let Sparkle do all the complaining?