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It was so late at night by the time Sparkle got back from his usual Coruscant trip that it might as well have been the next day. It was dark, so dark, except for the stars and the moon overhead and the yellow-white glow of the streetlights filtering into the backyard, where, at a glance, Sparkle could see Lewis out on the park bench, having a cigarette. His breath caught for a moment, seeing him there. And then he nodded a little, making up his mind.
( Here is where shit gets uncomfortable. Cut for Sparkle being totally and unquestionably inappropriate at his legal guardian. )
[OOC: No, really, that canon chunk is meant to be super uncomfortable and Thompson HIT THAT OUT OF THE PARK. Oh god, Sparkle, no. Stop. Establishy, unless you have someone who's going to visit or call at this hour?]
( Here is where shit gets uncomfortable. Cut for Sparkle being totally and unquestionably inappropriate at his legal guardian. )
[OOC: No, really, that canon chunk is meant to be super uncomfortable and Thompson HIT THAT OUT OF THE PARK. Oh god, Sparkle, no. Stop. Establishy, unless you have someone who's going to visit or call at this hour?]
