myownface: (Throwin' Crap.)
Saturday. Saturday was, arguably, the best day of the week. Sparkle could sleep in on Saturdays knowing that Sundays were just around the corner, that he could spend his time relaxing with something to do tomorrow.

... And that he had a built-in excuse to watch Saturday morning cartoons. Which was what he was currently doing, right up until he realized that he was out of Sugar Bombs, and needed to make a run to the store to pick some up. And he was feeling more ambitious than he had last week or the week before, which meant, hey, why not?

He'd be out for a little while, anyway. What could possibly happen before he came home with more sugar?

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[OOC: Preplayed with the fantabulous [livejournal.com profile] future_sandworm, who was also good enough to code this up for me! And to be continued in the comments a-la-slowplay!]
myownface: (Laying on Bed)
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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