The Ebon Hawk, Somewhere In A Hangar, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Every fibre in Atton's body hurt. His face was covered in dirt and he was pretty sure he was still bleeding a little from under this bacta patch. But the battle had been won.

At least there was that.

There were starship tracks leading out of this hangar that proved the war - which would hopefully turn out to be an exaggeration, but Atton was never pretty hopeful - had not yet been won. He had a malnourished Mira in the back, and a Visas who'd come within a couple of tendons of losing a hand.

Atton was not coming home any time soon. He knew that.

"Isn't Mical going to love this," he muttered, rubbing at his face.

"If you're complaining right now, I'm going to punch you," a voice drifted towards him from the back.

"You can't punch anything," Atton retorted, "Stop it with the posturing."

Right. Staying. Here.

Poodoo. He needed to comm Sparkle.

[[ for that guy. ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Make sure you use the best fuckwords," Atton told him. "If he doesn't blush, it doesn't count."

[myownface]

"No point in using fuckwords at Mical if he's not going to get flustered about it," Sparkle replied with a smirk. "I can probably get a portal out for like... tomorrow night? Maybe Sunday after work? I gotta clean out the fridge and find somebody to water the plants, or at least move the plants to Demon Marcus so I'm not running laps of the island if I head back to catch work shifts. But... like... I'm kind of..."

He trailed off, and then tried again. "Is it weird I miss the place?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Yes," Atton said. He pulled a face, even though Sparkle couldn't see it. "And it's disgusting that I missed it."

[myownface]

Okay, Sparkle felt a little better at that one, then.

"God, so we're both fucked up," he replied. "Go figure. At least we can be fucked up while making a point to check around the temple, loudly, to make sure Mical didn't fuck up any more plumbing."

Because messing with Mical was great, okay?

[suitably_heroic]

"First thing we're doing when you show up," Atton promised. "Gotta make sure he hasn't made any more waterfalls, right?"

[myownface]

"It's either that, or we deal with, like, no water pressure anywhere else in the building," Sparkle agreed. "Waterfalls just aren't worth that, decorative or not."

[suitably_heroic]

"And now I'm afraid to head in the sanisteam," Atton said, "What if the water pressure cuts out and half the common room floods, Sparkle? What then?"

[myownface]

"Then I think you might have to rinse out the rest of your shampoo in the common room," Sparkle mused. "Or the waterfall."

[suitably_heroic]

"And give everyone in the Temple a show? They wish," Atton said. "Hey, maybe that's Mical's plan. Pump up morale at the expense of me."

[myownface]

"He's been playing the long con all this time. Mess with the water, get Atton naked, and that's when the water system fails in the temple. It's actually kind of genius. If you squint."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton made an amused noise.

Yeah, the next few months would definitely be easier with Sparkle around.

"Nothing that guy has ever done is genius," he said. A pause. "Thanks. Don't tell anyone I said that. So I'll see you Sunday?"

[myownface]

"Sunday," Sparkle agreed. "I'm looking forward to it."

Hell. He actually was, too.