The Front Lawn of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

[myownface]

If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle

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[suitablyheroic]

Sadly, Atton's portal wouldn't be hitting Fandom until late tonight. Well, sadly for some. He wasn't exactly crying about it.

What he was doing was texting Sparkle in the middle of a meeting.

Hey, now that everything's not crazy we should set a date to shoot stuff.

Which was important, but he was mostly doing it right now because he was hanging out shirtless at a meeting in the Jedi High Council chamber while Mical was talking and doing so hadn't made Mical's head explode enough yet.

[myownface]

Hey, if Sparkle knew that, he'd be thrilled. It was good to hear from Atton either way, of course. But tormenting Mical had taken on a special place in Sparkle's heart, these days.

Any time that's good for you is good for me, man. Preference? Anything?

If that took a little more time than it otherwise could, it was because Sparkle had to clear the glitter off his phone a few times so that he could see what he was texting, here.

[OOC: I literally have nothing to do until the 26th! Whatever works best for you!]

[suitablyheroic]

Monday? Atton texted. I think I got out of mission duty for the next week.

Probably because of the increasingly red color on Mical's face. Ah, well.

[myownface]

Sweet. Monday's good, I'll keep it free. What'd you do to manage to weasel out of that, anyway?

Sparkle would take notes if you told him, Atton.

[suitablyheroic]

Atton didn't send him a text.

He sent a picture of Mical's face (growing ever redder with consternation and annoyance), as he sat in one of those fancy throne-y chairs in the Jedi High Council chamber, with a small percentage of Mira's extremely amused face to the left and a large chunk of Atton's bare foot to the right.

There you go.

[myownface]

Sparkle.... also did not send a text back. Sparkle sent a photo, of a smiley face dug into a snow drift, and his extra-glittery hand, reaching into the frame to give a thumbs up.

Sparkle approved, Atton. Sparkle approved.

[suitablyheroic]

He didn't like me having a sleepover with a nice new friend last night, Atton texted. Very sad.

Look, don't judge him. Tormenting Mical gave his life meaning.

[myownface]

Man, what a prude, Sparkle texted back. He's just jealous because he can't get laid, isn't he?

[suitablyheroic]

That's what I figure, Atton texted back.

After a minute, another text appeared. Oh, now he's making me read these out loud. Make this good.

[myownface]

Oh, fuck! Hi, Mical! Hey, any time you find yourself on the island, look me up. I'll help you loosen up that tight little ass of yours. From the sound of it, you need it.

...

A follow up text read; I'll give you a discount on a good quality dildo if you come on a Friday.

Look, Atton had asked.

[suitablyheroic]

Thanks, Atton texted.

The next photo he sent was one of Mical's face resembling an overripe tomato.

And a second picture of Mical grabbing the phone.

And a third of Mical's face going even redder.

[myownface]

Tell him I send him kisses from Earth! Lookit how cute he is when he blushes!

Sparkle didn't mean any of that. But here was another perfect opportunity to help Atton make Mical blow his top, so.

[suitablyheroic]

He's speeching about how these meetings should be serious right now, Atton texted. I thought we were just here to talk about interior decorating, but hey.

[myownface]

Just so long as he isn't talking about more waterfalls...

Never letting that go.

Sparkle would take waterfalls with him to the grave someday.