Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes.

See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look,

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Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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Alec hadn't spent a lot of time in this section of town before, but he'd finally decided that he couldn't go around dressed like an idiot all weekend, which meant that he was here. Even the name of the store was intimidating, so yeah, he was looking a little wary as he stepped inside.

And then he saw Sparkle. Check that out. "Oh. It's you."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"Don't sound so happy to see me," Sparkle replied, shooting Alec the sort of grin a cat might shoot a mouse just before deciding it was playtime. "You here for clothes?"

Look, it was possible that he was here for, like, some kind of horrible demon-summoning ritual or something. Except they didn't sell those here.

So far as Sparkle was aware.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"I guess so." You guess so, Alec? Really? "I mean, my sister would probably never forgive me if she found out I was in her body for a few days and didn't even try to look decent."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"Yeah, I think I'd probably hold that one against you too," Sparkle decided, giving Alec's attire a pointed once-over.

Look, he was wearing Prada today. He'd put it back on the rack where he'd found it when his shift was through, but sometimes, you just had to feel pretty.

Don't even ask how many laps of the store it took for him to adjust to wearing those heels.

"You have anything in mind? Or a budget?"

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"I think I'm fine as far as budgets go," Alec said slowly, glancing at a price tag on a nearby jacket. "As for the other thing... Izzy likes boots?"

That was all he had, yep.

"...I might need some help."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"Yeah," Sparkle snorted, "probably. Unless you had your heart set on just running around in boots."

He was smirking, yes.

"So, maybe a better question should be, where do you draw your line? Because I could put you in something that gets all the pretty boys dropping their jaws at you, or we could dress you in something your grandmother might knit for Christmas."

Actually, stuff that resembled that last thing generally went into the burn barrel.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"Is there a middle ground?" Alec tried. "I'm not sure I really want... to have jaws dropped at me. Ever. But I could probably accomplish the other thing without even buying anything new, so... maybe something in between."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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So help him, Sparkle was actually going to take this into serious consideration.

"Anything against skirts? Or would you rather keep to, like, women's slacks or something?"

He was being nice. Because if he was given absolute free-reign, it would be all-out, no-holds-barred makeover time.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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Alec... just gave a helpless little shrug at that. He was so, so clueless. "Whatever you think is best?"

Oh god, Alec. Now look what you've done.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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There was no escape.

"Okay, then," Sparkle replied, with a vaguely devilish grin. "Let's start with the skirts. Of course you're going to need shoes for that, and a top, maybe a matching jacket," he was grabbing articles of clothing from the shelves willy-nilly, yes, "and have you had anything done to your hair, yet? You can't go around in new clothes without even doing your hair."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"It... didn't occur to me to try anything with it?" Alec was the most hapless of awkward dressers, okay? He took a moment to size up the growing pile of clothes Sparkle was grabbing, feeling oddly wary. "Do you know how to do hair too?"

Alec, look at him. Look at his hair. Come on now.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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Sparkle was going to deadpan at you, Alec. And his hair was going to sit there, being amazing.

"Honey, I know how to do hair," he replied, setting his armload down on a nearby stool and then stepping up behind Alec. "Let's see what we have to work with here, hm?"

Really, the only reason he was working here and not the salon was because the staff there would probably take one look at him and laugh him out of the place again. Fuck 'em.

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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This was officially the strangest situation Alec had found himself in in a while. He wasn't actually complaining, though. "It's just hair," he offered feebly. "And if we change back tomorrow like everyone says we will, I probably won't even have it tomorrow anymore, so you don't need to go to any trouble?"

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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"Yeah, but you're here looking at clothes," Sparkle pointed out, "so why are we bothering with these if we're just going to turn back tomorrow anyhow, right? No, you asked for a look that works for the shape you're in now, and I plan on delivering, sweetheart."

Hair! Hair to play with!

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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And now he was back to blushing. Look, people didn't normally go around calling Alec sweetheart, okay?

"Yeah, okay," he relented, squaring his shoulders. "Go for it."

Re: Talk to Sparkle!

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Oh, Alec. Alec, Alec, Alec. You'd just unleashed something horrible upon the world.

Or, at least, you'd just given Sparkle a reason to make a girly squealing sound, which he could totally get away with when he was a girl, thanks, and then pretty much dive into your hair.

"Oh, the things we can do!"

You were never going to escape now.