myownface | MCA #4, Sunday Morning

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MCA #4, Sunday Morning

Was Sparkle in an excellent mood this morning?

Damn right Sparkle was in an excellent mood this morning. The island seemed to be laying off that whole oppressive pollen crap, and even if it wasn't, there was a trip planned for later in the day that would put some distance between Sparkle and that constant thrum of want. And besides all that, he'd had a great night. How great? Great. Take his word for that one.

Or just guess, based on the fact that he was waking up next to a hot older guy, and instead of immediately losing his shit or something, he was wondering if now was the time he was supposed to head for the kitchen to make coffee.

... It was a good sign that his faculties had returned to him enough that he could remember that the one request going into this had been coffee, really. He was just going to take a few minutes more before getting to that to kind of, like, enjoy this.

[OOC: For that hot older guy!]

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It really, really was.

"Well, the life of a billionaire superhero is a busy one," he replied, trying and failing not to laugh at how pretentious he sounded.

"I can't even imagine," Sparkle admitted, laughing a bit, too. Because, seriously, here he was, making coffee for a guy who had just casually asked if he'd just moved in based on the amount of furniture in the living room.

Well, there was also a houseplant. Possibly wearing a hat. Sparkle was hell-bent on driving Atton bananas by dressing up the plant he'd lovingly named Pauline.

Sparkle was a little shit.

"You must have a hell of a lot of stories, though."

"You have no idea." So much insanity in his life. Wait until next week, it'll only get worse.

It could get worse?

If there was one thing Sparkle had learned over the years, he supposed, it was that it could always get worse.

"Well, maybe I'll have to hear some of them sometime," he decided as the coffee pot started doing that telltale gurgle that said that it was nearing the end of its perk cycle. He ducked back into the kitchen and pulled down a pair of mugs from the cupboards. "If you're ever feeling up for a bit of bragging, I mean."

"It's not all bragging," Tony replied, perking up at the sound. "I've spent more time getting my ass kicked than I care to remember. There was a time where I got removed form the time stream and had hire people to bring me and my team back."

GODDAMN KANG.

"You got removed from time?" Sparkle was glancing over his shoulder, now, pausing in his coffee pouring to kind of... look incredulous, mostly. "What the hell does that even entail, anyway?"

"Time travel." IT SUCKED.

"Guuuuh."

Sparkle had never done that time travel thing outside of Portalocity tickets and school trips. His reality was still one where they were trying to figure out all the specifics of how space time actually worked.

"Okay," he said, making his way out of the kitchen bearing two cups of coffee, "adding time travel onto my backwards bucket list of shit to never do, now, right next to being bitten by a werewolf, or going to amusement parks basically ever again."

He held one of those coffee mugs out for Tony.

Tony gratefully accepted that cup.

"Okay, I have to ask about the amusement park thing."

Sparkle was going to just kind of wrinkle his nose a little, at that one.

"Back when I was still a student here, this carnival came into town. And then kind of proceeded to kill everyone and then possess them so that they were running around the park themselves as evil carnies."

A beat.

"Long falls off of broken ferris wheels and then trying to murder my friends. Kind of an experience that leaves a rotten taste in a guy's mouth. I actually managed to talk StuCo about doing something besides the homecoming carnival that year."

Actually, it had been his presidential platform.

"...that'd do it, yes," Tony said, blinking a little.

"This place is fucked up," Sparkle said, lifting his coffee a little in a sarcastic sort of salute before taking a mouthful of it. Because coffee. Yes. Good. "Before I graduated, I couldn't wait to get the hell off this island. I finds new and exciting ways to kill people all the time, you know. I mean, people getting better doesn't make it suck any less."

Sparkle was not telling you how many times he'd been killed on the island, Tony. Sorry.

But Tony wanted to know!

"You have basically described my life in the last four years," he replied. "But I did choose it."

"Well, I mean, I came back to it, so who's the idiot, right?"

And Sparkle didn't have any flying superhero armor to get him by, either. Though he did have training from a Jedi, a Shadowhunter, and a Fremen, at this point... So he was probably better off these days than even he realized.

"Anyway, moral of the story is that basically nothing here is safe." A pause. "Except the coffee. The coffee's fine."

"I certain hope so because I'm not giving up on the coffee."

See Sparkle. See Sparkle grin, shamelessly.

"There's more in the kitchen if you run out," he shared. Because, hey, even bitching about the island's occasionally murderous tendencies was better company than none, and he was beginning to find that he liked Tony's company just as much when they were kissing as when they were just shooting the shit and chatting.

Tony liked to think he had his charms, it was true. That and he enjoyed having people talk to him without the whole caring who he was thing.

He grinned and took another sip of coffee. "You've been here how long?"

"Like, four years," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders and taking another sip of coffee, himself. "Long enough, you know? I can tell stories about sharknados and antique-hocking elder gods with the best of them."

And evil mazes, and gun vending machines, and alien abductions, and...

Tony ooo-ed and raised his eyebrows at the appropriate time. "Now I feel like my teen years were way more normal hearing that."

"What even is normal for teen years, anyway?" Sparkle smirked a bit into the coffee. Hearing Tony say that was weirdly a point of pride, now. "Like, I'm pretty sure most teenagers are convinced that they're more screwed up than any other teenager out there, so it kind of skews the control group a bit, you know?"

"Okay, that's true." All teens were the most woeful of the woeful. "I am so glad I didn't end up going here. Well. This version of me."

Sparkle laughed, at that.

"Yeah, the version of you that did go here probably wouldn't have spent the night, for a start."

Priorities.

"On the other hand, he was the one who taught me about how important it was to keep a bra on hand, just in case. He seemed to have Fandom handled."

"Don't remind me. I need to work on a new suit in case I have to take care of something during one of those weekends," Tony groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Leave some wiggle room around the hips and the chest," Sparkle suggested. "... Padding or something adjustable might be your friend, there."

He said this as the clothing store guy, not somebody who knew even the first thing about robotic suits. But it was probably pretty sound advice either way.

"...that's not wrong." IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING.

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