MCA #4, Monday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

So yesterday's quick tension relief had turned into a pretty frequent tension relief had ended in...

... well, Atton squinting up at the sunlight that filtered in through his window, trying to roll away from it, and bumping into Sarah's arm. "Mrrgh," he said, flinging his own arm over his face.

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[electrocynic]

In lieu of an eyeroll – because that was too much exercise this early in the morning – Sarah thwapped him in the general stomach area. Because. Ugh.

Then she got up, blearily glancing around for possibly something to wear. She had a nagging sense that there was a reason to cover up, but if you'd asked her why, she wouldn't have been able to say. Wasn't a very strong sense, either.

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey," Atton muttered. "Rude."

It was too early to remember who he was talking to, too.

[electrocynic]

"Fuck off."

She snatched a shirt. Good enough.

Probably would've been better if she'd actually pulled it on before stepping out the door, instead of just kind of carrying it with her.

[myownface]

Probably! Since there was a Sparkle sitting in the living room, eating a super complicated breakfast of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and sort of halfheartedly going through the motions of getting ready for work today.

He blinked up at Sarah.

He blinked again.

He dropped his cereal bowl once his brain processed what he was staring at here.

"Oh, MOTHERFUCK!"

Whether that was over the loss of his beloved breakfast, or what he was looking at, here, was anybody's best guess. Either way, he was flapping his hands around a bit before deciding that the best option here was to cover his eyes. That was the right option, wasn't it? HE DIDN'T KNOW.

[electrocynic]

Startled, Sarah yelped. Loudly.

And no one better bring that up ever again because it would not end well. Also, she was about as slow to react in any useful way so rearranging the shirt so it was at least covering up some things while still strictly speaking not really on her really happened only once Sparkle could no longer see anything, anyway.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

[myownface]

"No Jesus fucking in the living room! New house rule that I just made up," Sparkle said. Or, rather, flailed. Which was an interesting feat with his hands covering his eyes that way. "Can I get you something? Breakfast? A newspaper? SOME FUCKING CLOTHES?"

Sparkle, breathe.

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"Can you keep it down?!" Atton yelled.

What the hell was going on, any--

He squinted at what he was pretty sure was Sarah's ass through the doorway. "Aw, space."

[electrocynic]

"Calm the fook down ––" Yes, 'fook', the accent got more pronounced when she was annoyed. Or whatever this was. "–– they're only tits!"

Which she was now making an actual effort to cover up by pulling the shirt on.

[myownface]

It was actually kind of impressive how shrill Sparkle's voice was capable of getting, here.

"Surprise tits! They are surprise tits, okay? I was not prepared!"

Tits were not exactly something Sparkle ever actually did prepare for. Especially ones belonging to a former teacher, no matter how casual their friendship was now that he'd graduated. Sorry, Sarah.

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Atton muttered something under his breath and got out of bed.

Almost fell out of it, in fact, which was why the scream-fest got a bonus "DAMN IT!" to go right along with it.

He groped around for his pants.

[electrocynic]

Sarah offered several other colourful expletives to make a sailor proud, as she tugged on the hem of the shirt until it covered up most of what it needed to cover up.

Probably should've been looking for pants, too.

[myownface]

Probably, yes. After all, Sparkle could only stand there with his hands over his eyes and chocolatey cereal milk seeping into his socks for so long.

"Can you guys, like, do me a favour and tell me when it's safe to look? I will make you anything you fucking want for breakfast, just so long as I don't have to keep ringside seats for your morning after, here."