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Room 209, Saturday Morning
So, prom king, huh? Sparkle was looking pretty pleased with himself as he inspected the crown he'd gotten at prom last night, laying on the flat of his back in bed with his ass against the wall and his feet up in the air. Because you get comfortable how you like, and Sparkle would get comfortable in his own way, and so there.
"You and I," he said fondly, to the crown, "are going to have big adventures ahead of us. Mostly involving things that require crowns. Hostile takeovers, ruling Toronto fairly but with a firm hand, fancy dress parties. Dentistry."
The crown continued to sit there in his hands, being shiny.
The cat batted a stray piece of kibble across the room, chasing after it.
"Yep. Big plans."
This was how he was fully intending to spend his entire Saturday, yes.
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"You and I," he said fondly, to the crown, "are going to have big adventures ahead of us. Mostly involving things that require crowns. Hostile takeovers, ruling Toronto fairly but with a firm hand, fancy dress parties. Dentistry."
The crown continued to sit there in his hands, being shiny.
The cat batted a stray piece of kibble across the room, chasing after it.
"Yep. Big plans."
This was how he was fully intending to spend his entire Saturday, yes.
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She'd made her decision by closing her eyes and spinning around a few times and then opening her eyes again. This was the door she'd found herself looking at. So, this was the room she wandered into, with only minimal poor coordination from the spinning.
"OH MY GOD is that a crown? Daddy can I have it?"
Of course she zeroed in on that immediately.
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Okay, Sparkle had had this happen to him once before. That didn't mean he was at all prepared for it today.
"... Um. I don't know. Are you prom king?"
SMALL CHILD. IN HIS ROOM. OKAY THEN.
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"No," she said, like that was a completely silly question. "I'mma princess!"
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Well. This was awkward.
"Um. Princess what?"
Look, she'd called him Dad. That didn't mean he automatically knew what to call her right back.
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"Princess Glitter Sagishi, duuuuh." Honestly now. She was trying to reach for the crown, already bored with this game where he didn't know who she was. "Gimme the crown."
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And, heh. Sagishi. Sparkle was grinning a bit and offering her the crown, anyway.
"That thing is going to be huge on you," he warned. "You can hang on to it for now, but we'll get you one that fits better later and trade off. How's that sound?"
Because this was his crown, dammit, and he'd make exceptions for people who called him Dad, because DAD, but he wanted it back before she took off after the weird weekend was through.
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It was a pretty unregal look, to be honest. That may have contributed to the enthusiasm in her nod. "Uh huh," she said. "Can I get more than one? I think I should get more than one. For different outfits!"
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Because hey, if anyone could understand what kind of travesty it was to not have a crown for every outfit, it was totally Sparkle.
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"Oooh!" she said, completely undeterred by this crown mishap. "Can I get one for when I'mma fox, too? I think that needs to be smaller!"
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...
Well, that one was news. Um. It was probably fortunate that the crown was in her face, because Sparkle looked utterly baffled for a moment before recovering and leaning in to straighten it on her head again.
This was Fandom. He turned into a dog on occasion. Why the hell couldn't his daughter be a fox?
"Yeah, that'll probably have to be way smaller, huh? But we'll see if we can get the smallest one there and then bend it into a shape that'll work, okay?"
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"Probably!" Glitter enthused, pushing the crown back up. "We can ask Daddy too, though! I think he'd know 'bout crowns and foxes."
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Because wow, Sparkle had to make so many significant raised eyebrows at him over this one.
And probably, you know, tell Ezra that they had a daughter or something. Somehow.
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"YES."
There was no need to be so loud.
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"Well, then let's go," he laughed, giving his own hands a clap before reaching out to straighten the crown again. "He's gotta see this. Our little princess, all grown up and wearing her daddy's prom crown."
Princess Prom King.
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Because then she was already bouncing out the door and across the hallway. Holding the crown with one hand because it was important and shouldn't fall entirely off.
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"Hey, Daddy Sagishi! I have someone out here to meet you!"
Poor Ezra, with his massive gaggle.
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Glitter was just helping! Loudly.
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"Hey. Glitter and I were in the neighbourhood," he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, back at his own room, "and we thought we'd pay you a visit, see how you were doing, contemplate the great mysteries of the universe and child rearing and how to get a tiara small enough to, you know, fit on a tiny fox head."
That sort of thing. The sort of thing you brought up in casual conversation from one father to another.
"How's it gooooooin'?"
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That was how it was going. He didn't sound like he minded very much, though. He ruffled Glitter's hair when she bounced over to give his hip a hug, then looked at Sparkle like he'd just realized he probably needed to react to something else here too.
"Oh, right. I suppose now's a good time to out myself as a supernatural creature." He stuck his hand out to Sparkle. "Hello, I'm your friendly neighborhood werefox."
Glitter giggled.
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"And I'm feeling kind of left out. I'm going to say my superpower is fabulousness, how's that sound?"
And he was going to be shameless about it. Go on and try to stop him.
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Ezra snickered and reclaimed his hand from Sparkle so she could shake it.
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"Hey, me next? Handshakes all around, right? Handshake party in Ezra's room!"
It was super exciting, okay? And Sparkle was very good at getting very excited over very little.