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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[myownface]

Sparkle paused to consider that over a mouthful of fries.

"Okay, but Mical's face is stupid."

Which had little to do with anything, really. But Sparkle had to terrier away at this with his circular logic.

[suitably_heroic]

"I know, I hate it," Atton said, nodding. "And I tell him so all the time. So there goes that theory."

This was a ridiculous argument. A we've-been-stuck-in-a-maze-or-an-apartment-level ridiculous argument.

"Maybe I just hate you, have you thought of that?"

Atton, you lived with him. If you actually hated him, that'd be a stunning display of self-hat-- well, okay, you were you.

[myownface]

"Oh, god yeah, all the time," Sparkle replied easily enough. "And then I remember you've been putting up with me since like high school so you probably don't hate me that much." A beat. "Or else I'm just that good."

[suitably_heroic]

"I would throw this fry at you," Atton said, "If I didn't think you'd just steal it and eat it."

He grumpily chewed on his fries.

"We need more entertainment in this apartment."

[myownface]

"More than just Netflix, you mean?" Sparkle snorted a little at that. "We could install a stripper pole, I guess. Or invite people down to visit sometimes. Or just start doing target practice at whatever's trying to kill us each week from the balcony..."

[suitably_heroic]

"We can get one of those, uh, prehistoric gaming machines you people have," Atton mused. "Or pick up home improvement. Or you can borrow a cat and I can glare at it while you make disgusting cooing noises."

[myownface]

"Careful," Sparkle cautioned, "I'll actually do it, you know. And then you'll have to live with a cat."

And then what, huh?

"A Playstation or something could be fun, though," he allowed. "We had one of those back at... in Toronto. The older ones, though. Had to share but nobody ever did. It was great."

You know, going for the eyes just to get a crack at whatever game hadn't been stolen that week and sold off for smoke money.

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, we'll get a PlayStation," Atton said, waving his hand. "It's got to be better than watching reruns of Property Brothers at some point, right?"

[myownface]

"Right," Sparkle agreed easily. "With two controllers so that I can totally kick your ass at..." He paused a moment. He actually genuinely didn't know. Huh. "Whatever the kids are playing these days."

[suitably_heroic]

"Something with that sport where people kick around that ball...?"

[myownface]

".... I mean, if I want soccer, I'll just start kicking a ball around the house." A beat. "I wonder if they do Tetris for the PlayStation."

Such an upgrade, Sparkle.

[suitably_heroic]

"Isn't that a single-player game?"

[myownface]

"There's totally BATTLE TETRIS now, where, like, if you clear a row it dumps a shitload of random bricks on your opponent or whatever," Sparkle replied, shrugging.

[suitably_heroic]

"I guess we could get that," Atton said, squinting at the TV. "Of course, might be easier just to start throwing bricks..."

[myownface]

"... If we have bricks we could stand on the balcony and throw them at any of the little wrinkly gremlin-looking fuckers down below?"

Sounded just as good as Tetris to Sparkle, honestly.

[suitably_heroic]

Short pause.

"I'm going to go see if we have some heavy things we can miss," Atton said, sitting up.

[myownface]

"It's almost time to replace some of the appliances in the kitchen, right?"

In case anyone ever wanted to pelt a toaster at a goblin.

[suitably_heroic]

"That toaster has been getting rusty lately," Atton mused, heading into the kitchen.

[myownface]

"And I need a new cast-iron frying pan," Sparkle called after him.

Being helpful.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton returned from the kitchen a few moments later with the frying pan in one hand, several pieces of cutlery in said pan, and the toaster under his arm. "Toaster or pan?" he called.

[myownface]

"I'll take the toaster," Sparkle declared. "I wanna see that pan fly."

And one of the two of them wouldn't miss with it.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton obligingly held out the toaster to him. "I get my thirty bucks back if I hit one first?"

Yeah, that wasn't going to fly, Rand.

[myownface]

"You get ten of it," Sparkle decided, "if you manage to get two with the same frying pan."

Take it or leave it!

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine," Atton sighed, marching towards the balcony. "But you throw first."

[myownface]

"I think I can handle that," Sparkle decreed, clutching the toaster as he made his way to the balcony right after him. "If any of those little assholes messed with my shop I'll go down there, get the toaster back, and use it as a flail by the cord to beat them with it twice."

He kinda missed his shop.