Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparks almost didn't come in to work today. After all, he was mostly sure that he was one of those misplaced people that everyone kept talking about, which really made him wonder about this other him with the wild hair and what Cade had insinuated to be a drug habit. His jobs were the same, at least, unless his counterpart was supposed to be the

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[blondecanary]

"Anyone in here?"

Actually, Dinah was pretty sure that Sparks was here, somewhere. She had a couple questions to ask. As nicely and gently as she could.

[myownface]

"In the back! I'll be out in just a min-- oh."

Sparks was no longer in the back. Sparks was standing in the doorway to the back room, behind the counter, thankful for the desk between himself and the familiar face that had just walked into the shop.

"Uh... hi," he ventured, warily. "Can I help you?"

All the trauma, ten times the coping skills! Good job, Sparks.

[blondecanary]

Way to go, Sparks. Dinah would be so impressed if she remembered why you get the heebie-jeebies around her.

"Yes! Hi. I'm Dinah Redmond." She put her hand out to be shaken, smile bright. "You're Sparks, right? I was hearing about you on the Radio."

[myownface]

"Thaaat's not weird at all," Sparks reported, blinking at her hand before tentatively reaching to shake it. "I mean, you hear about everyone on the radio, here. Why would you single me out?"

Please, not for eating.