Toronto, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time

[myownface]

Sparkle had been arrested. Of course Sparkle had been arrested. And he'd been a little shit about it, too, going so far as to put up a fight before the cops tackled him to the ground and got him properly cuffed. Good. Good. The more time he spent like this, the more he owned this, the less likely it was that anybody would suspect he even had a friend with him to help him burn the place to the ground.

And considering Lewis' confession at city hall, and the fact that he had a history of this sort of crap already, nobody who knew what role he played would doubt he had all the motive in the world for wanting to get his revenge on Lew, either.

He'd been questioned, printed, given the full nine yards. Hell, he'd even confessed to doing it, alone, with a sneer and a few colourful words and a 'and you can't even blame me for it after all that shit' attitude. It wasn't anything new, really, except that this time he was up for trial as an adult. That part... that was new.

And a little terrifying, yeah. He wasn't going to pretend it wasn't. Especially with the stack of charges they had against him. And the legwork they were probably doing to try to add more to the list. Maybe even connect him to those break-and-enters he'd committed before.

But he had a contingency plan. Sort of. It kind of boiled down to 'deal with it,' with a side order of 'ask the right people for help,' and if the first right person couldn't pull through for him (or wouldn't, because he had to admit that a stupid teen committing arson was something a psychiatrist of Dr. Lecter's calibre might not want to get so immediately involved in), there was always option number two, who would likely tear him a new one before busting him out. Because Atton was the best Jedi ever, that's why. Option three would have involved sucking up to Parker and her crew again, but they were kind of already doing him a huge favour as it was...

And that was why, with his first phone call, Sparkle was calling Dr. Lecter. Because if anyone could get him out of here without having to bust through walls to do so, it was probably him.

[OOC: For that guy!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had much the same question, but - "I'm led to believe he didn't try to hide." There was a brief pause as Hannibal considered if he should say anything. "He wanted to be caught. He was protecting his friend."

Sorry, Sparkle. Hannibal was more curious about Atton's reaction than he was worried you wouldn't want him to know.

[suitably_heroic]

Of course he was. Atton pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's an idiot," he said. Or repeated, really. "Did he at least go into this with a back-up plan, or is he pleading possession by the Ghost of Stupid Good?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"We didn't speak that long," Hannibal said. "But apart from contacting us, I don't believe so."

Fortunately, he had at least done that.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. "Thanks for calling," he said, though he didn't sound particularly grateful (but that wasn't Hannibal's fault, for once).

[sharp_as_knives]

"You're welcome," Hannibal answered. He was hardly going to take it personally. "I'll call again when I have him."