Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Ah, weird weekends. Weird, weird weekends. Sparkle would have been more worked up about the whole thing if not for the fact that Atton's counterpart seemed to have an... at least passably level head on his shoulders. Probably wasn't going to go running around the island causing mayhem or anything like that, anyway. That was reassuring, to a degree, and it would probably all be over soon enough. It usually was.

Anyway, he still had a job to do, so he was at work today, trying to coax tiny, tiny horses down from some of the taller shelves.

"If you crap on those sweaters, I swear to god I'll send you all to the glue factory."

Thanks, Fandom.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]