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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[myownface]

Sparkle, like the mature adult human person he was, stuck out his tongue at Atton. And then flipped him the bird for good measure.

With love.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm going to take that as an 'all right'," Atton said, "Because I'm a mature guy."

[myownface]

"Damn right you are," Sparkle agreed, "because if you're promising me a magical unicorn land, you had better deliver."

[suitably_heroic]

"Haven't found that planet yet," Atton said. "Sorry, Sparks."

[myownface]

"Well, keep an eye out," Sparkle said, cracking a faint grin. "Or I might have to talk to the island about going back to that place with all the fucked-up rainbow animals and shit again."

It wasn't a magical unicorn land, but it was close.

[suitably_heroic]

"Aw, you just want the real unicorn hair for your trapper-keeper or whatever," Atton said sagely. "And real rainbow poo to write 'Mr. Sparkle Atreides' on the cover with."

[myownface]

Sparkle's response to that was an ungodly squawk and to throw the first thing that came to hand at Atton's head.

So, his stuffed cat toy, because it happened to be peeking out of his backpack just then.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton, being the absolute asshole Jedi that he was, snatched it right out of the air.

"Whoops, you dropped this."

[myownface]

Sparkle was absolutely wrinkling his nose as he made a reach for the toy.

"Sparkle Atreides sounds weird, man."

He had weird hangups. A lot of them.

[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.