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It was Christmas morning. Which, for a lot of people, probably really meant something. To Sparkle, it had tried to mean something for years and years on end, but he'd gotten so used to not letting himself care for ages and ages that, maybe aside from giving Atton a gift and making some bullshit excuse for it even existing, Sparkle was going to try to pretend that it was already Boxing Day. At least that way, he'd be able to take advantage of the strong American dollar against the Canadian and save craploads of money buying nice shit on sale.
Either way, he had coffee and a great view of skiers falling on their asses out there, so it wasn't a bad start to a Christmas morning. And there was enough there for seconds, or for Atton to have some if he was feeling generous. It was Christmas, he probably should get generous.
[OOC: For that guy, or copious slowplay if anyone wants to call!]
Either way, he had coffee and a great view of skiers falling on their asses out there, so it wasn't a bad start to a Christmas morning. And there was enough there for seconds, or for Atton to have some if he was feeling generous. It was Christmas, he probably should get generous.
[OOC: For that guy, or copious slowplay if anyone wants to call!]
