The Maryland Zoo, Baltimore, Sunday Afternoon

[myownface]

Yes, Sparkle was blowing off his job at Demon Marcus again today. And why not? He was sore after his detention yesterday (running Alenko's obstacle course four times was tough enough. Running it about fifty times before getting it right had been brutal) and he had good company. Hell, it was a date. Sparkle hadn't been on many proper dates in his life, but a trip to the zoo with Alec was setting a high bar for future ones.

Well, that's what he figured, anyhow.

"They have kinkajous here. I don't even know what the hell that is but we gotta see them before we go, right?"


[For the boy! NFB for off-the-island-ness!]

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[myownface]

Hims fuzzly, panthery, most adorba wickle head evers.

"It won't be so bad," Sparkle decided, shrugging his backpack off his shoulders and rearranging the food he'd packed in there for dinner. Peanut butter and banana. Supper of champions. "We got this even if getting you out of the zoo'll be the easy part."

He had to find his own way back to the island. With the saddest panther cub ever in his bag, smushing his sandwiches.

[nottrivial]

Alec -- well, he didn't exactly sigh, but it was close. His big kitty eyes were wide with concern, but without the use of (way too many) words to express that concern, he just looked up at Sparkle for a long moment before dutifully climbing into the bag.

Please be careful, Sparks.

[myownface]

Sparkle's bag went with him, like, everywhere. It wasn't like he was going to forget Alec on the bus or anything.

... Mostly because he was going to be hitchhiking his way back to the causeway, as best he could. It's not like he had a credit card, or cash for a cab, or even an American debit card. Fandom's bank was pretty accepting of foreign bank cards, after all.

"Now," he said, peering into the bag as he half-zipped it shut, "you're going to have to stay quiet in there, or else I might have to give you to that crying kid in the gift shop that we saw on our way in."