Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sparkle... had kind of noped out of yesterday. He'd been doing pretty decently overall these days, sure, but between the awesomeness of last weekend being immediately followed by sending Elias back home, and that whole... thing... with his sister a few weeks back, he just hadn't been emotionally prepared to watch any of the students take one more big step towards moving on.
He didn't deal with that sort of stuff well, okay?
So today he was just kind of bumming around the clothing store. There was a shipment of cute raincoats and rubber boots in, and he'd just kind of let them sit in boxes, waiting for some kind of urge to get-up-and-go to strike him.
It wasn't happening.
He was painting his nails. Purple. With yellow polka dots.
Whee.
[OOC: Ahahahahah I missed yesterday I was stolen away for endless hours of card games and trivia there was no escape and I'm so tired and so full of facts. Open.]
He didn't deal with that sort of stuff well, okay?
So today he was just kind of bumming around the clothing store. There was a shipment of cute raincoats and rubber boots in, and he'd just kind of let them sit in boxes, waiting for some kind of urge to get-up-and-go to strike him.
It wasn't happening.
He was painting his nails. Purple. With yellow polka dots.
Whee.
[OOC: Ahahahahah I missed yesterday I was stolen away for endless hours of card games and trivia there was no escape and I'm so tired and so full of facts. Open.]