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MCA #4, Sunday Afternoon
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!]
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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He bought so many artisan soaps and body washes. He was incapable of going past a craft fair without at least looking for some. It was nice having another person in the house to use it up. Plus the bubble bath..
Hernando smiled a little, thinking about it. Well yes but it's not for my hair. I might spend an hour or two in the shower, with the right company, but it definitely isn't time spent primping my hair.
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No, no, that's true. That has to come later.
After he inevitably messed it all right the heck up.
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Definitely later. Have you heard from Leto lately?
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Incoming, one photo of... yet another knife, because Leto's gifts were nothing if not predictable. But this one had rainbow jewel-work on the hilt!
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I know, I only wondered, Hernando assured him. He sent a thumbs-up emoji in return to the picture of the knife.
And laughed, where Sparkle couldn't hear it, because that knife suited him right down to the ground. Beautiful and it would kill you if you got in its way. Yes. That suited him.
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In case that was somehow unclear.
Sparkle was very pleased with it. If every gift was going to be a blade, at least they were thoughtful blades.
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Yes, I see that, Hernando assured him, It is a good thing you like knives. Though that one is almost too pretty to use.
The way Sparkle used them, anyway.
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Along with like thirty other ones, really.
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You are going to run out of room on your walls soon, Hernando teased him, Should I start making space in the guest room? Though to be certain I would prefer your photographs.
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The upside to having a storage room that was actually an old upstairs apartment.
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Not a bad plan, Hernando sent, And they'd be close at hand. In case Sparkle got trapped at work during one of these weeks.
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Dr. Lecter would never let him live that down, so...
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Baby. Really. You could probably hear The Look clear across the continent. Do you want me to look for a pretty knife rack while I'm down here?
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Consider Sparkle properly chastened!
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Chased, perhaps. Never chaste nor chastened. I'll keep an eye out. Dani's coming down again and wants to hit another market. I think she's looking for matching trim of the female variety. He wouldn't put it past her, anyway.
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It'd give him another excuse to spend some time away from Constantly-trying-to-kill-him-ville.
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Now I'm going to look for some as an excuse for you to come back here, Hernando sent back. A beat. I miss you.
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There was a pause, and then there was a follow-up text.
Maybe an apartment for a month or two in Baltimore, though...
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We have not gone to Iceland, Hernando agreed, Do you want me to see about a house rental on the mainland? That might solve quite a few problems quite nicely. We could stay there until the island bullshit is over and still have access to our shops on the days it is safe to go to the shops.
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It'd be a place to go to not die for a while, while still being reasonably close to the island. Whenever the island was reasonably close to Earth, anyway. And all with the added bonus of stuff to do, because he'd been staring at the ceiling singing Baby Shark for fucking hours, today.
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Alright. I'll see if I can find something with immediate availability and see if I can't come back tomorrow so we can pick up groceries and stuff for it. If the damn island is available tomorrow. He wouldn't make a bet. I bet I could find something neat on AirBnB. Was he pulling out his laptop and looking right now? Yes.
If I come home tomorrow, is there anything from Mexico you want me to bring you?
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... It was a addiction but Sparkle could totally quit any time.
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Baby, I can make you fresh churros once we have a kitchen, Hernando said, but I will bring you a few to tide you over. Because he was a sucker. What do you think of this place?
He sent a link to a listing. It was a 'guest cottage' someone had built in their back yard. It was on a bus line into the city and described as an 'artist's cottage'. It had a large bed, a bathroom with a shower and a separate clawfooted tub, a smallish but full kitchen, a tiny living room/dining area that looked to be part of the kitchen and a little 'studio' space. Complete with an easel. Would we go crazy in a space this small? Should I look for something bigger?
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He was not thinking about bathing in it, no.
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We would have to be careful in the tub but I'm sure we can manage. He was also not thinking of bathing. He was also grinning like a grinning thing. Alright. I booked it. I'm going to catch a portal in about four hours to pick up the key from the lockbox. So the question is.. just how much do you miss me? Enough for a late dinner?
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