Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was just kicking his feet as he sat behind the counter at Demon Marcus today. He had a YouTube playlist going, playing some random user's best of the Tragically Hip selections, feeling alone and kind of apart from the rest of the world today. He hadn't learned about the farewell concert until it was too late, and that was exactly the sort

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[suitablyheroic]

Visas was in the cockpit. Atton was slouched somewhere in the dorms, feeling an entirely physicaly kind of tired.

At least she'd taken his mind off of the usual mid-August... thing... a little, but they'd been fighting a lot.

And he hadn't forgotten the other part of her ultimatum.

So now, in the silence, he was calling Sparkle.

[myownface]

It was not exactly quiet at the Demon Marcus when Sparkle's phone began to ring. He had Bobcaygeon playing a little too loudly, and he was opting to nope out for a few minutes in the back room again. It was comfortable back there. Slightly crowded, what with all of the boxes and whatnot, but it was the least island part of the island that he had access to.

He was going to just camp out back here for a while, maybe.

He sounded maybe a bit tired when he answered the phone, but that had been kind of the status quo lately, so it wasn't like he was obviously trying to cover anything up, either.

"Hey?"

[suitablyheroic]

"Hey, Sparks," said the other tired-sounding guy. "It's me."

[myownface]

It was a big ol' party of tired guys, right here.

"Hey, so it is," Sparkle replied, and there was a bit of a smile in that, at least. "Still stubbornly hanging in there, huh? What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call to?"