Toronto, Sunday Morning, Fandom Time

"... He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me he loves me not he loves me- Yo, Rabbit. You still haven't told me why you're here." Sparkle looked up from his shirt, which he was opening one button at a time, and over to Raine, who was sitting on her bed on the other side of the room, flipping idly through the pages of some girly magazine or other that Sparkle had already written off as too tacky to waste his time with. "Why are you here?"

( More canon, lo! )

[OOC: Yeah, just grabbing another chunk of Habitat and getting it out of the way! Open for phone calls or texts or whatever pre-Atton, but mostly just waiting for that guy!]