Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So, after coming in and doing a thorough check of his back room to make sure no more old guys in suits were going to just appear there in a flash of light (not that he even knew what he was looking for, but last weekend had made him paranoid, and having checked things out at least let him relax a little), Sparkle settled in for a long day of

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[suitablyheroic]

"I hate this month," Atton announced as he stepped in, bag of Mexican food in one hand.

Atton, you hated every month. August, double.

[myownface]

"You know, I have yet to meet a person who actually likes February," Sparkle pointed out, raising an eyebrow faintly and offering Atton a little smile. "Shitty month. Trick is to do less shitty things to compensate."

Said the guy who was casually dating an emperor.

[suitablyheroic]

"I was going to stay in bed for the entire morning again, but that was me all week. Thought I'd change up my schedule."

Beat.

"I think it was a bad idea."

He set the bag down on the counter.

[myownface]

"I dunno, man. If there are churros in that bag, then I think it was probably worthwhile." Sparkle was helping! "Why, what's today done so far to make it not worth getting out of bed, anyway?"

Besides being a part of February.