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Voicemail / Disclaimer

"I get my own phone? I get my own PHONE. You have GOT to realize that's going to mean you'll get my voicemail all the time, right? I mean, they can't hand me my own PHONE and then expect me to not use it, so leave a message on my voicemail for me and I'll get back to you, unless I don't. And if that's the case I guess you're going to have to try again later, aren't you? Hah!"

BEEP!

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Photoshop at best.

Which he'd totally pirated.

But you can't see the pixels!

But I know they're there!

Though, thinking about it, Karina wasn't sure how that would help her case at all. Shush.

How busy are you right now? Am I interrupting class?

It's more introduction exercises. We're going around the circle for each teacher. Get to share a bit about ourselves. I've already convinced three people that my real name is Pineapple.

Because they refused to believe it was Sparkle. Losers.

Pineapple, huh?

Karina couldn't help a smile at that.

Did you know that pineapple is the only fruit that, when you eat it, it'll eat you back?

Because random trivia made everything better.

Suits you.

Also, it gave her another chance to tease him.

Acid, right? That stuff'll make your teeth buzz for hours if you eat too much at once.

And if you messed with Sparkle, he might even knock your teeth out of your head! Seemed fitting.

Plus the whole spiky top thing.

I'm not sure the spiky top counts. Since it isn't natural to you.

Sparkle took a moment to consider that.

Fair enough. And I wouldn't want people thinking that they could grow a new me by planting the top of my head in a bucket of dirt or something.

Why would people want to grow a new you?

Karina was honestly curious about that.

I mean, it'd be a waste of the the one we've got.

I dunno, raising a Sparkle Army would be kind of cool. If I didn't need the top of my head. I guess?

He was overthinking this now.

The worst part was, now she was seriously thinking about it.

... It would put a whole new spin on that non-profit thing a future me had. Sparkle Plenty suddenly seems a lot more ominous a name...

You'd pretty much need a charity just to keep all the Sparkles fed.

Otherwise they'd all take off and steal things. Which he could get behind!

Oh, please. I could afford all of you. I'm going to rule the world.

Confidence was not a trait she lacked, no.

The thing is, I don't know what I'd do with all of you. One is enough of a pain for me.

Put me to work! World rulers need make-up, wardrobe, speech-writers... maybe don't put me to work as a speech-writer.

That could lead only to pain.

Yeah. That long wait time for her next text was definitely because Karina was staring at her phone in horror.

Him? As a speech-writer? She'd be doomed.

I'll write my own speeches! she finally responded. Because no. But it's true that I could probably find uses for all of you, if I gave it enough thought...

Which was kinda creepy.

I'm hurt that it would take you so much time to find things I can be useful at. How many of me are you going to make, exactly?

If it was any less than fifty, Sparkle was going to follow up with a frowny-face emote, picked helpfully from his phone's typing menu.

Whatever, Sparkle. Whatever.

I haven't decided yet. It's not like I already rule the world. That's still a work in progress.

Well, get back to me when you actually need a Sparkle Army to Sparkle Plenty for you, and we'll see what can be arranged.

He was not going to ever donate the top of his head to the cause, mind.

So in about twenty years then?

She had a lot to do before conquering the world, okay?

Sure. I should be on my way to being a mature, functional adult by then, at least.

Apparently he had a lot to do on the way there, too.

I'm going to be really irritated if I have to get my Sparkle Army from jail, just so you know.

What? She would be! She'd still get him out of there, but ugh.

Besides, look where you are now! Things are getting better for you.

Right now, I am watching some girl named Mary-Anne demonstrate a fantastic performance piece about how she is, literally, a butterfly. Introductions aren't boring, I'll give them that.

There was another delay before he sent another text.

I'm not in any hurry to go back to jail anyway. I'm almost too old for juvie now.

...is she literally a butterfly?

The things Fandom made her ask. It made Karina sad.

I'd tell you that's the spirit about avoiding jail but I'm not sure that's the right reason to not want to go.

While she would insist she is, I'm pretty sure she's really just a theatre geek with a hand-me-down Lisa Frank t-shirt. I didn't know they made them in adult sizes.

Shut up, he was jealous.

Hey, any reason that kicks me out is a worthwhile one, right?

I didn't know that either! So how jealous are you? Don't steal her shirt.

And maybe Karina was going to save this text to remind her to see if she could find Sparkle his own shirt at some point. It was, like, a step up from socks.

That really depends on the reason, though I suppose I'll support anything that's not criminal or harmful to yourself.

Super jealous. SUPER jealous. There was never really a little boy variant, either.

Sparkle's childhood had been pretty deprived, really, but this took the cake.

See? Then it all works out. I'm only criminal occasionally.

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