The Ebon Hawk, MCA Roof, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Mical hadn't been eager to give Atton the go-ahead on coming back. But by now, he had finally learned the cardinal rule: you didn't tell Atton Rand what to do and expect him to do what you wanted to do.

So after a week of recuperating on Fandom, Atton was back on the Hawk, running through the last of the check-up procedures. Yeah, he'd already fixed any system that as much as looked at him oddly over the past week - but after all the past crashes, this was a soothing little ritual before he took it back into potentially dangerous situations.

(Sparkle had gotten a casual 'going home, taking the Hawk, come if you want to' that morning. Nice and breezy. At least if they had any Conversations on the Hawk, Atton could pretend that the starship was to blame.)

"Internal illumination system... check," he marked off. "Gizka containm-- has Mira been messing around with this again?"

[[ open, if you happen to be near a rooftop starship. ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton let him take the toy, but he looked amused.

"Less weird than 'Leto Sparkle'."

[myownface]

Sparkle took the cat and clung to it for a minute, muttering.

"Sparkle's not my last name anyway."

He just didn't ever acknowledge what was, and it was going to stay that way because fuck that guy.