MCA #4, Monday Morning

[myownface]

It was probably worth noting that Sparkle wasn't cleaning the apartment from top to bottom today. Sure, he'd gotten a lot of that out of his system yesterday over at Casa del Leverage, and between that and the whole thing with the explosives, mostly he was kind of just feeling numb, now.

So instead of scrubbing the bathroom from top to bottom until his lungs hurt, he had kind of oozed into the living room and was hugging his stuffed cat, ignoring a box of Chocolate-Frosted Sugar Bombs, and staring at whatever fluffy kids' show happened to be on Netflix. Peppa Pig or something. He wasn't actually paying attention, he was just... tired. Maybe later he'd try to figure out where to go from here, but this morning? This morning was for cartoons and moping.

At least he wasn't sitting in the bathtub hugging the fish tank again. This was kind of like forward progress.

[OOC: Open for phone calls or that roomie or whatever, though I'll be pinging around work like the freewheeling rebel I am.]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Call a date and I'll make sure you get set up," Atton said, shrugging. "I'll even make it extra arsony for you."

[myownface]

"I'm probably really gonna need it after class this week," Sparkle muttered, then started working on his beer in earnest. After a moment, he added, "Unless I come up with some other not-depressing useful thing to throw at them."

... It was a fairly depressing class, so he didn't have high hopes there.

[suitably_heroic]

"Then I'll stop by right after class. Chase all the kids out and we'll claim the Danger Shop for an hour or two," Atton said. "You can get all your rage out."

You know, in a way that didn't involve blowing up actual buildings.

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a little nod of his head, took another swig of beer, and then sighed.

"Thanks, man."

He wasn't sure if 'rage' was quite the right word for it. What was the opposite of that? Where you did stupid, horrible, destructive garbage just to remind yourself that you were capable of feeling something besides flat and empty and tired?

That thing. This was whatever that was.

[suitably_heroic]

Whatever it was Sparkle had been trying to take out on the house he'd been born in. That, yes.

"All right, good," Atton said, nodding slowly. "I'm glad you're not cleaning our bathroom again. Pretty sure the tiles would melt at this point."

[myownface]

"Did that to Eliot's kitchen yesterday instead," Sparkle admitted, after a pause. "The bathroom's safe, just so long as other people are stupid enough to point me to their cleaning supplies."

Sigh.

[suitably_heroic]

"You are the only person I know whose go-tos are arson and cleaning," Atton said, shaking his head. "At least this was just a day?"

[myownface]

Arson and cleaning! Halfway horrible, halfway productive!

Sparkle was special, sometimes.

"Yeah," he allowed. "And I didn't get caught. Like, nobody had to post bail or anything. Not that, uh, they'd accept bail at this point, I'm guessing."

Since he'd vanished without ever coming back.