Coruscant, Very Late Sunday/Very Early Monday

[suitably_heroic]

A few days ago, Atton had been extremely pleased about Sparkle coming here.

A few days had kind of cooled that sentiment.

Admittedly that was mostly because he'd been hiding out in the Temple's spaceport and refusing to take Mical's calls, and Sparkle was arriving at a time not meant for regular people to be awake at. Atton, at least, deeply resented being awake.

And yet here he was, standing in a near-abandoned Coruscant Portalocity lounge, looking really, really annoyed and muttering something he didn't realize was the lyrics to 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me' to himself.

[[ for that guy, if he wants. ]]

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[myownface]

A bag of clothes and a fish. Sparkle was showing up bearing a bag of clothes and a fish, and not much else. He kind of figured if he needed anything else, he could pick it up on, like, Wednesday when he went back for work, and hopefully Portalocity wouldn't screw him over now that he was... well... a commuter.

Maybe he'd have to start showing up every other week for work or something...

He glanced up at Atton and blinked kind of sleepily at him.

"You look about as annoyed as I feel tired," he noted, tilting his head a little.

[suitably_heroic]

"Why did I think it was a good idea to come back here?" Atton complained, about his completely ridiculous and self-created problem.

[myownface]

"Presumably you had enough time away from Mical that you managed to forget what a completely pigheaded stuffed shirt he is?"

That was Sparkle's best guess.

"Plus something something Sith. That part seemed important."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's got to be that first part, mostly," Atton said. "He wants me back in Council meetings. Council meetings!" He made an irritated noise and spun around, back towards the door. "If I wanted to lounge in a chair all day looking self-important I could've just stayed a teacher."

[myownface]

"And at least teenagers aren't half as annoying as Mical," Sparkle agreed easily, following along. "I guess they both figure they know everything there is to know already, though."

He sincerely doubted that anything about that had changed since the last time he was here, yelling at the guy while in a heap of trauma on the floor.

[suitably_heroic]

"Anyway, you're in luck. They're all asleep," Atton said. He took a moment to enjoy the fresh air as he stepped outside - and all the lights of Coruscant. "No dealing with Jedi for another few hours."

[myownface]

"Well, good," Sparkle sighed, pulling in a deep breath of the Coruscant air, himself. God, it was good to be back in a proper city again. "Because I've had enough pompous windbags already today and I probably shouldn't start my stay here by kicking Mical in the shins."

Probably.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'd enjoy it, though," Atton said. He came to a stop, taking a moment to stand there, reach out in the Force. Hadn't done that since coming here: too much... Temple. "Hope you still like your old apartment."

[myownface]

"Hey, so long as it hasn't changed too much since last time, I should be fine."

... He realized that 'last time' had been two years ago, yes.

"Kinda missed it."

[suitably_heroic]

"The amount of padawans has gone up, but it's still a mostly empty building," Atton offered. "So... cobwebs?"

[myownface]

Sparkle sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"After some sleep, maybe the first thing I'll do tomorrow is some dusting, then."

There were worse ways to spend a Monday.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a laugh. "Now there's the Sparks I know," he said. "I mean, you're welcome to do mine, too. I think my cobwebs have cobwebs."

Profiteer.

[myownface]

"Sure," Sparkle laughed, turning a grin Atton's way. "But lunch is on you."

Businessman!

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine," Atton groaned. (He did not, in fact, mind.) "Space, who taught you how to negotiate?"

[myownface]

"I've picked it up myself over the years," Sparkle replied, turning a cheeky grin Atton's way. "I think it's a pretty fair arrangement, don't you?"