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]

"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?

[myownface]

"You get to be my litmus test," Sparkle agreed, smirking a bit at that revelation. "'Is the island being weird?' 'I don't know, let me go see if my buddy Atton has tits today, and I'll get back to you.'"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pulled a face.

"At least the tits are not traumatic," he muttered.

[myownface]

"You can't even convince me you don't enjoy the tits," Sparkle added, helpfully. "Like you can say it, but I just won't believe you."

Because for a guy with no interest in girls, even Sparkle could admit that boobs were kind of fun. In their weird jiggly sort of way.

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine, the tits are nice," Atton said, rolling his eyes again. "I mean, no substitute for the real thing after the first thirty minutes--" Atton, "--but they're not a chore. Though I look forward to getting to lay down on something other than my back again."

Because ow.

[myownface]

"There is also your side," Sparkle offered. "And creative pillow arrangements, but, like, your tits are kind of huge."

And, as had been previously established, Sparkle's sort of weren't.

[suitably_heroic]

And now Atton had to look down.

"They're pretty nicely-sized," he agreed.

Don't touch them in pub-- okay, fine. Touch them. See if the narrative cares.

[myownface]

Sparkle, don't laugh. Just don't. It would bring more attention to the fact that Atton was touching his own breasts in the middle of the marketplace.

Yeah, no. Sparkle sucked at listening to narrative too, sorry.

"See? Like, okay, laying down? Totally a challenge, fine. But then you get to do that."

In public, Sparkle? C'mon.

[suitably_heroic]

"I haven't gotten laid in two months either," Atton announced. "I'm going to take this, damn it."

Not that he'd been trying very hard, but still.

At least he was dropping the hands again?

[myownface]

"You take it," Sparkle encouraged. "You take it, and you bounce with it, man."

Or jiggle. Or whatever.

"Is there anything you wanted to pick up while we're here? I guess maybe cheese is all we need, assuming these spices are anything like what I'm hoping they are..."

[suitably_heroic]

"And meat," Atton said. "Can't have enough dead things to cover up the taste of the vegetables."

He shrugged. "We can amble towards the non-foods later, see what the pazaak dealers brought in card-wise."

Let it never be said Atton was not consistent in his interests.

[myownface]

Sparkle grinned at that, already zeroing in on a stand that had an assortment of fresh meat sitting out - he recognized the nerf. He'd know nerf from a mile away, by this point.

"That'd be cool," he decided. "Beats having to plunder card decks at home to make something functional, anyway. The best I can get anyone to play with me in Toronto is, like, Uno."

Which he still kicked ass at, let it be known.

[suitably_heroic]

"Ugh, Uno," Atton said. "It's almost as bad as sabacc, but then in the other direction. Who did they develop that game for, younglings?"

... Yes, mainly.