Through the Mail Slot

Look, it wasn't like Sparkle had any burning need to get out of his room and wander the city streets or anything. Hell, he'd been avoiding doing just that, since last week had been... well... he wasn't thinking about last week, thanks. But cats had to eat, and even after the bag full of cat food he'd stolen after his first run-in with a pair of psychos, his canned food supplies were running on empty.

Damn it, Velcro.

Anyway, today he was going to suck it up and remedy that before the cat took to trying to eat him in his sleep or something, which was how Sparkle found himself in the stairwell, idly observing the mistletoe. It was definitely... festive. If tripping him up a little as he attempted to traverse the stairs.

"I live on the second floor. This shouldn't be difficult, Fandom."

( When your hearing was better than the average person's... )

[OOC: Cut for all the length ever, and co-written with the fantabulous not_trivial! We needed pushy mistletoe antics, you see. And now I get back to my vacation!]