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"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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See, Atton had considered dropping off another voicemail for Sparkle, but then he'd figured he hadn't been doing it for his more routine missions and there was every chance of this turning into a wild goose chase. Which, fine.

...and then he'd realized he'd stomped off to confront Mical without actually doing any shopping.

"Hey, Sparks? Could you do me a favor? If I don't call back by, like, Tuesday, could you drop off a couple of microwave pizzas at my place? I'll pay you back."

Click.

Look, he figured Sparkle had long since figured out how to break in his apartment.

It'd been a week, and Atton had no illusions about the fact that he sounded like someone who'd had stuff explode on him. He was actually going to put this off entirely and play it off in class later, but then he'd found the actual pizzas. Sigh.

Thanks for the pizza, he texted. Because voicemail would be a bad idea.

Sparkle had been worrying sick about you all week, dammit Atton. WORRIED SICK.

So, naturally, his return text?

Meat, meat, and meat. The bottom one is veggie. I can come over to help you get rid of that one.

Or he could head over now and sit outside the door and threaten to break in for a while. Sparkle was not above resorting to that.

You put vegetables in my fridge. Are you on a power trip?

That was kind of an answer to that, wasn't it?

... Yeah, okay, it wasn't.

You never specified that they couldn't be veggie pizza.

So yeah. High on power, here.

Could bring some pop tarts to make up for it too.

You ARE on a power trip, Atton texted accusingly. (Look, if he was ridiculous enough, maybe he'd convince Sparkle that he was fine. Just texting 'I'm fine' tended to set off people's alarm bells for some reason.) Sure, you'd bring 'pop tarts' and as soon as you get here, it turns out they're broccoli.

... for all the time he'd spent studying Earth culture so he could pass more convincingly, he didn't actually know a lot of Earth vegetables. There was broccoli, and then there was the other thing. The red one. It went on pizza.

That's right. Just a big ol' op tart box full of broccoli. I'm coming over.

Yeah, Atton. Sparkle had met you.

Don't you dare bring greens into this house!

Sigh.

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