From the Portalocity Station to Somewhere Not Very Nice, GFFA, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had gotten his blaster from the weapons' locker, filled up his backpack with some provisions in case he had to sleep on the floor and/or got hungry, and he had... well, he hadn't showered. But he'd at least washed his hands, which counted. Somewhere.

Anyway.

Nothing else to do now but wait for the kid to show up. Or leave without him if he didn't show up on time. Atton could be nice, but not that nice - he needed this break. Especially after the weekend.

[ for the kid. ]

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[myownface]

Sparkle... smelled like dish soap. And was very, very clean, today. He also had a bit of a crick in his neck, courtesy of waking up face-first on the counter at Demon Marcus this morning.

He didn't want to talk about it.

At least he'd grabbed his backpack from his room before rushing to meet Atton at the Portalocity Station. There were some clothes in there, and all his usual toys. He had no idea what use his lockpicks would have in a galaxy far, far away, but he felt naked without them, so...

"Can't wait to get off of this fucking island," he announced, by way of greeting.

Hi, Atton.