Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[myownface]

Well, graduation was over with, and most of Sparkle's crap was already packed up, and he had Lewis' word that when he got back to Toronto, they'd be just a couple of days away from moving into the new house that Lewis had been saving up for decades for. The only trouble was? Still a group home. And given the assortment of teens that Lewis tended to

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[not_a_moonie]

"Cute cat," Alana observed, when she came on very late sorry to check the fridge for the good yogurt. "He's got you trained, huh?"

[myownface]

"Yeah, he's had me good and trained for a while," Sparkle agreed, glancing up at Alana and grinning a little. "He's good at what he does. Which is mostly eat, sleep, crap, and cling."

He was doing none of the above at the moment, but that's mostly because there was a shoelace that needed killin'.

[not_a_moonie]

"He's a cat," Alana shrugged. "That's basically their job description. Cute little furry leeches."

She took the yogurt over to the couch and sat. "Hey, good speech yesterday."

[myownface]

"You liked that, huh?" Sparkle pursed his lips a little, and then set his shoelace to the side, reaching down to scoop up the cat to deposit in his lap. "I woke up that morning, like, Shit, I need to do a speech, and that happened. But I guess it went over pretty well."

Nobody had said otherwise, anyway. Sparkle would take that as a good sign.

[not_a_moonie]

"You really captured how weird this place is," Alana informed him. ".. and how it's not always awful. Completely."

She stuck a spoon into her yogurt and offered, "But it's so weird that that's just it for you. You're done, huh?"

StuCo would miss him!

[myownface]

"Yeah, that's the plan," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "Go back to Toronto, probably end up going back to high school anyway because of stupid timeline crap. They think I'm going into my senior year, so that'll be fun."

He sounded thrilled. Really.

"Toronto's less likely to try to kill me, at least."

Marginally.

[not_a_moonie]

"Can't you test out of repeating it?" Alana wondered. "Like, the -- what's it called? GED?"

[myownface]

"Sure, if Fandom High actually ever taught anything academic," Sparkle sighed. "I'm going to rock at cooking and friendship, but I can't exactly get a Canadian diploma on knowing my way around glitter."

[not_a_moonie]

"Oh," Alana said thoughtfully. "Well, that sucks. Glitter's the most important part of earth culture as far as I can tell."

[myownface]

"Not far off," Sparkle laughed. "We Earth folks are just really, really, super attracted to sparkly things."

Humans were a bit like magpies, that way.

[not_a_moonie]

"Which is why you're such a magnetic fellow," Alana teased. "It came with the name."

[myownface]

"Yet another reason I carry my own pyrotechnics," Sparkle mused. "It makes me impossible to resist."

Seriously. Sparklers were an awesome conversation starter, and he almost always had at least a few on him somewhere.

[not_a_moonie]

"And that's why I'm going to miss you," Alana told him. "Irresistible, and you bring your own fireworks. Nobody else does that."

She considered it.

"Maybe Barry, but he graduated too."

[myownface]

"I guess the school is going to have to find some way to cope without tiny explosions happening around here on a regular basis," Sparkle lamented. "I'm not sure how you'll manage, but you're all pretty resourceful. I'm sure you'll figure something out."