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Toronto, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time
Aug. 13th, 2015 08:28 pmShit shit shit shit shit, Sparkle was in so much shit. Like, so much. Lewis had dragged him into his office by the arm, and Lewis never manhanled anybody, and then, to make matters worse, Lew had left him to stand there while he sat himself down at his desk and let Sparkle stew for a while.
It... was not difficult for Sparkle to guess what Lewis was pissed off about, mind.
"And I told you, Sparks," Lew began, abruptly. "I said, if you fight Dave again I'm reportin' ya to your parole officer, just watch, watch me do it."
( That strangled sound Sparkle made as his eyes went wide was the sound of him trying not to have a heart attack. )
[OOC: More canon, naturally. Getting there, getting there... Open for phone calls or texts or whatever!]
It... was not difficult for Sparkle to guess what Lewis was pissed off about, mind.
"And I told you, Sparks," Lew began, abruptly. "I said, if you fight Dave again I'm reportin' ya to your parole officer, just watch, watch me do it."
( That strangled sound Sparkle made as his eyes went wide was the sound of him trying not to have a heart attack. )
[OOC: More canon, naturally. Getting there, getting there... Open for phone calls or texts or whatever!]
