Outside Demon Marcus, Sunday Evening
Sparkle just... couldn't. The island had gone back to normal, which meant that he could go home, eat like half his weight in pancakes and ice cream and shower until the end of days while playing C Is For Cookie on repeat until he lost his freaking mind, but he was restless. Anxious. Feeling kind of on the awful side.
The apartment would be quiet, unless Atton happened to come home, and he'd be left in the company of houseplants and he just. Could. Not.
So he'd made a detour from the park to the Demon Marcus with a mission in mind.
He was taking his betta home for the night.
Yep. That was all.
He was going to collect his fish, walk back to his apartment with it, set up the tank on the counter in the bathroom, and then shower for like three hours because he was basically never going to be clean again. Maybe he'd clean the apartment from top to bottom. It had been a few months since the last desperate bleach-the-whole-bathroom fiasco, he was overdue for another one. Maybe he'd just retreat into the living room and put, like, Peppa Pig on to play on Netflix forever and surround himself with houseplants and the fish and his stuffed cat and make a pillow fort and never come out of it again, and Atton would have to live life walking around a little blanket fortress and Sparkle would fight him for those couch cushions, dammit.
His face hurt where that other him had clawed at it and Sparkle was taking his pet fish for a walk.
No big deal.
[OOC: ... I was trapped in Christmas hell today, but Sparkle gets a post. La. Open if anyone's not all BDE burned out!]
The apartment would be quiet, unless Atton happened to come home, and he'd be left in the company of houseplants and he just. Could. Not.
So he'd made a detour from the park to the Demon Marcus with a mission in mind.
He was taking his betta home for the night.
Yep. That was all.
He was going to collect his fish, walk back to his apartment with it, set up the tank on the counter in the bathroom, and then shower for like three hours because he was basically never going to be clean again. Maybe he'd clean the apartment from top to bottom. It had been a few months since the last desperate bleach-the-whole-bathroom fiasco, he was overdue for another one. Maybe he'd just retreat into the living room and put, like, Peppa Pig on to play on Netflix forever and surround himself with houseplants and the fish and his stuffed cat and make a pillow fort and never come out of it again, and Atton would have to live life walking around a little blanket fortress and Sparkle would fight him for those couch cushions, dammit.
His face hurt where that other him had clawed at it and Sparkle was taking his pet fish for a walk.
No big deal.
[OOC: ... I was trapped in Christmas hell today, but Sparkle gets a post. La. Open if anyone's not all BDE burned out!]