MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon

[myownface]

You know, Sparkle was impulsive, but he was not that special sort of impulsive that would have involved him going outside today. Much as he loved his job. Much as he worried about his business. Even Sparkle sometimes had the good sense to listen to the radio and hear about people being kidnapped by goblins, and then look out the window to see the sprawling maze that had sprouted up outside, and then shake his head and go, "Nope. Not today, Fandom."

And so he was in the apartment, laying on his back on the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling and singing 'Baby Shark' to himself in a fit of boredom.

Loudly.

Give him ten minutes and he'd go find his tin whistle and try to figure out how to play it on that, next.

[OOC: Open for texts, phone calls, other people in the building who just want to stop hearing 'doo doo doo doo' through the walls, whatever!]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton had left for work approximately an hour ago.

Atton was now returning to the apartment with a scuffed jacket and a scowl on his face.

"I hate," he announced as he shut the door behind him. Let it slam behind him with a dramatic thud, and-- "This island."

[myownface]

"And the island hates us, too," Sparkle assured him, looking up from where he was still planted on his back on the floor. "God, I remember when saying that felt like hyperbole."

He was reasonably certain it was trying to kill them. Or testing them for something. Separating the strong from the... sane, maybe.

[suitably_heroic]

"If that maze is still out there tomorrow, I am getting my lightsabers, and I'm burning the prettiest topiaries this island has ever seen."

The italics were necessary.

As was the bag of Mooby's he tossed onto Sparkle's chest.

[myownface]

"Whumph," Sparkle said, taking that bag of Mooby's to the chest like a champ. A moment later he was sitting up and starting to rummage through the bag. "Hey, the fries aren't even too cold! Ish!"

Given the maze outside, that was an awesome accomplishment.

"Monday's been the trend anyway," he added. "Tomorrow it'll probably be, like, giant amoeba trying to eat us or whatever."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton took his own bag of Mooby's to the couch, on which he collapsed with an angry whumph of his own. "I," he said, "Will cut them. All of them. Every single amoeba."

[myownface]

"That's gonna make for a lot of... what, goo? Like a whole island covered in dead jellyfish. Which... still a step up from..." He looked toward the window, waving a vague hand. "What the fuck, right?"

He was not even attempting outside now. He might've been just camped out in the living room since the Wednesday thing.

"If it tries to eat me again on Monday I swear to god I'm building a pillow fort and not coming out until it actually manages it."

[suitably_heroic]

"If it tries to eat you again I'm flying you to Coruscant," Atton grumbled, sticking a fry in his mouth. "Space, I'll fly the whole apartment to Coruscant."

[myownface]

"God, don't take the apartment," Sparkle said, shaking his head. "It might have Fandom cooties in it. It might be catchy. Then Coruscant will have amoebas."

Or mazes.

[suitably_heroic]

"That's any different from the Undercity how?" Atton asked, shooting him a look with a raised eyebrow. "Those amoebas would be served up at Nayte's Diner by Tuesday."

[myownface]

Please excuse Sparkle, who was now holding open his Mooby's bag and making retching noises into it. For show, naturally, but he had a limit and apparently that limit was amoeba burgers.

[suitably_heroic]

"Bet they're a delicacy on some planet," Atton retorted, "And it's rude to vomit on perfectly good meat of questionable origin, all right?"

[myownface]

Sparkle, who had, in fact, eaten meat of far more questionable origin before, was groaning and slumping backward. Not quite falling back onto his back on the floor, nah, but looking up at the ceiling like maybe it held the answer to all of his questions.

"Only if they didn't forget the cheese," he declared. "Then all bets are off."

[suitably_heroic]

"Everyone's a critic," Atton sighed. "You know how many wrong turns I had to take before I wound up there?"

[myownface]

"While looking for the bar, you mean?"

Look, if Sparkle saw an opening to take the piss, he was going to take it.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton threw up his arms.

"Do I not feed you?"

[myownface]

"Sure," Sparkle agreed. "Sometimes I get surprise burgers when you get lost!"

He loved you, Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton threw a fry at him.

"You don't deserve burgers," he announced. "No burgers! Ever again!"

He'd forget about it by the morning.

[myownface]

Sparkle was so eating that fry.

"That's okay," Sparkle replied. "I'll just annoy you and then graze on whatever you turf at my head."

It was a valid survival plan, really.

[suitably_heroic]

"Ugh," Atton informed him. "You're just-- ugh!"

Stellar argument.

He chewed on a fry. "I hope you've been bored!"

It was his way of asking how you were doing, Sparkle!

[myownface]

"Mind-numbingly bored," Sparkle confirmed. "I think I've almost worked out a big band cover of Baby Shark in my head, is how bored I am. I was just working out the trumpets when you came in."

[suitably_heroic]

"Why not a metal cover?" Atton asked, predictably. "Nobody needs more big band. There's too much big band."

[myownface]

"Because I can't play guitar," Sparkle replied, shrugging.

Lewis played guitar. Sparkle had less than zero interest in going anywhere near the things.

"I guess I could go Vaudeville..."

[suitably_heroic]

"Now you're just making words up."

[myownface]

"Am not," Sparkle protested. "It's theatre stuff! You know, like, Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay," he absolutely had to singsong that, "and the old Gene Austin and Roy Bergere stuff? Irving Berlin? Gallagher and Shean! I can't make this stuff up."

Well. He could. He had a very active imagination and a talent for bullshit.

But still!

[suitably_heroic]

"Sparkle," Atton said, slowly and deliberately, "You know I ignore all music made before 1980."