The Perk, Saturday Morning

[myownface]

Sparkle hadn't slept in his bed last night.

Hell, come to that, Sparkle still hadn't slept. He hadn't even been on the island. He'd been in Baltimore, in Dr. Lecter's former neighbourhood (it was familiar enough), causing the sort of minor chaos that had gotten him into trouble more than once back in Toronto. He hadn't broken into anybody's houses

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[suitablyheroic]

Not having a Sparkle around last night? That wasn't anything to worry about. Not seeing him into the morning? ... Still not something to worry about, but Atton was at least going to text him, here.

Okay, I can tell you're still alive. That's good.

[myownface]

It wasn't that Sparkle was ignoring his messages. Actually, it was basically the opposite. He'd gotten Atton's text and was staring at it kind of blearily, trying to piece together what the hell to say in reply while he worked his way through his coffee.

Which might have looked almost the same, considering it took him the better part of fifteen minutes to reply.

That's me, good and alive, yep. Went for a walk.

It was not entirely untrue?

[suitablyheroic]

... What the hell kind of an answer was that, Sparks? It was like you weren't even trying to lie well.

Atton sighed at his comm.

So now I have to decide whether to be a good friend and ignore that blatant lie, or to be a good friend and call that blatant lie. Where were you walking? Saturn?

[myownface]

Sparkle squirmed. And squirmed a little more. And once he was pretty sure that he couldn't squirm out of a reply just by wriggling in his seat, he typed a text back to Atton.

Baltimore. I needed a city. Fandom's too quiet.

... This was also true. And actually sort of relevant.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was awake.

He also had his second hangover in a row.

It was an absolutely shitty combination, but the memories of yesterday were too vivid to let him sleep in that morning. So-- fuck it. He was going to the Perk, getting something full of sugar, and once he finished it, it'd be fucking noon.

He squinted blearily at Sparkle and his twine from the counter as he waited for his terrifying strawberry drink to get finished.

[myownface]

A hangover sounded almost preferable to months of insomnia and a bag full of random yard supplies, at least to Sparkle. But then, his judgement was probably suspect by this point, anyway.

He made a little gurgling sound in the back of his throat as he tossed the spool on the table, and then scowled and reached for his drink, not noticing that he was being squinted at until he was halfway through his mouthful. And then he kind of squinted at Dante right back before nodding to the seat across from him.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed.

He snagged his newly-acquired strawberry-whipped-cream drink off the counter and walked towards Sparkle. He sank in the offered chair like a sack of potatoes (if an unnaturally graceful sack of potatoes). "Ugh," he said.

[myownface]

"Ugh," Sparkle agreed, raising his drink toward Dante in a kind of wobbly salute. "You look rough, man."

Said the pot to the kettle.

"Long night?"

[future_sandworm]

Since that time when Sparkle hadn't answered his phone, Leto had decided to call him now and then. He did enjoy their conversations of course, although having them in person was definitely preferable, so it wasn't just out of concern, but he had to admit that played into it as well.

So Sparkle got a phone call from someone who wasn't aware of his lack of sleep or stolen gardening tools.

[myownface]

The reach for his phone was more like a fumble, but Sparkle persevered. Sort of. He'd managed to avoid not dropping his phone on the floor and cracking his screen, but he'd nearly knocked over his coffee in the process, and he had dropped his twine while he was at it.

Dammit. Now he had to go crawling on the floor to get it. Which was what he was in the process of doing when he answered his phone.

"Mornin'."

[future_sandworm]

"Good morning," Leto replied. As he had noticed some kind of fumbling, he added: "Am I interrupting something?"

[myownface]

"Nah," Sparkle replied, his tone brightening a little at the sound of Leto's voice. "I just dropped something when the phone rang. I'm crawling around trying to find where it rolled to."