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MCA #4, Tuesday Morning
Sparkle sighed as he puttered around the kitchen, contemplating what to do for breakfast. If Atton was going to keep sequestered to his room, Sparkle was going to keep feeding him, dammit, but the Thanksgiving leftovers had run out, and he hadn't gone for a grocery run yet this week. Something to add to the to-do list, he supposed. In the meantime, hey, cereal. They had cereal. And the milk hadn't gone off yet, either.
Of course, just as he was reaching for something altogether too sugary and marshmallowy, that was the moment he happened to turn into a--
-- Huh. Not a dog this time. He wasn't terribly certain how he felt about the island changing him into a weasel this time around, but sure, he'd cope with that. At least it meant he stood a slightly better chance of scaling the counter in his quest to get to the cereal.
He, uh, hadn't figured out how he was going to pour the cereal and get it under Atton's door from there, but hey, one thing at a time.
[OOC: Open if the roomie wants it, otherwise establishy!]
Of course, just as he was reaching for something altogether too sugary and marshmallowy, that was the moment he happened to turn into a--
-- Huh. Not a dog this time. He wasn't terribly certain how he felt about the island changing him into a weasel this time around, but sure, he'd cope with that. At least it meant he stood a slightly better chance of scaling the counter in his quest to get to the cereal.
He, uh, hadn't figured out how he was going to pour the cereal and get it under Atton's door from there, but hey, one thing at a time.
[OOC: Open if the roomie wants it, otherwise establishy!]