Sparkle still wasn't over being turned into a kid the other weekend. It seemed like such a little thing, and he hadn't come to any harm or anything, but he hated - hated - being vulnerable like that, and having those vulnerabilities bared to the whole damn world
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Sparkle was clearly a man of discerning tastes.
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"They were bright. And rad. What's not to love?"
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And he'd never forgiven the Fireball, Sparkle. Never.
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"Oh, did I ever."
Sorry, Tony. Sorry not sorry.
"You hair was about the only part of you that was ready for the party that night."
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"You were young," he allowed. "It was kind of amazing."
He was so eager to be one of the cool kids! It had been adorable!
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"It's better if you mix it with something. Apple cider and fireball is nothing to be ashamed of."
Sparkle also had very different standards from Tony's.
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This was a very important concern, Tony. The draw of the Fireball was the cinnamon, after all.
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He was, however, judging you.
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"Well, then I'm in," he decided with a grin. "Name a time and place and teach me how to forsake my heathen Fireball ways, O Teacher."
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Nah, Sparkle had discerning tastes when he could actually afford to do so. He just hid it well.
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