Third floor common room [morning]

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...so Cade had to use the karking bra that Karla had included in his welcome basket.

Ask him--her?--how thrilled he was about that right now.

SO THRILLED.

He was also very thrilled that someone seemed to have eaten his common room out of Cocoa Puffs, which was why he was currently curled up in a sulky ball on the sofa looking for something to watch on television.

[OOC: So open!]

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[nottrivial]

"There might have had to be another poem," Alec mused. "Nothing against the first one of course, but I think I can live without."

[myownface]

"Hey, if you insist," Sparkle replied, holding up his hands in surrender. "I think you're just trying to preserve what's left of Inson's mystique, since that last poem totally blew him out of the water."

[nottrivial]

"'Her,'" Alec corrected him, smiling a little. "It's a good thing my brother can't hear you, he'd... have a fit at your not knowing a famous poet, probably."

[myownface]

"Whichever," Sparkle replied, waving a hand dismissively. "If I have to run around with girl parts today, she should have to cope with being a dude."

... Sorry, Emily.

[nottrivial]

"I'm not sure it works like that," Alec pointed out, still kind of fondly. "She didn't decide to come to this island full of... crazy weekends and things."

[myownface]

"And you know that for a fact? Like, read up on all of the island's history and everything?"

Sparkle was actually kind of curious. Because here they had an island full of like superheroes and aliens and time travellers, so how did they know that there had never been some poet chick that he'd never heard of before, too?

[nottrivial]

"Well, no, but I can reasonably assume..." Alec, please don't do this. "...I should've made a note to look into it when I was in Special Collections, clearly," he decided. "Since it's... very important island information."

Seriously, humor was hard. He was very bad at it.

[myownface]

It's okay, Alec. Sparkle thought it was kind of adorable, in a wanting to reach out and pat you on the head kind of way.

"You go into Special Collections often, do you?"

[nottrivial]

"Just the once," he corrected him. "In the other island? It's sort of a long story."

[myownface]

"Ooooooh. Well, see, there's your problem, there. The other version of the island was more fucked-up than this one."

Wasn't Sparkle helpful?

[nottrivial]

Alec blinked. "Yes," he agreed. "Undoubtedly."

And so...?

[myownface]

"So why would Inson want to go there?"

Look, it was totally sound logic if you lived in Sparkle's brain. Probably.

[nottrivial]

"Ah." Well, that was... that was something, all right. "Well. That is... a point."

Notice the lack of adjective there?

[myownface]

Sparkle sat back. He sat back and grinned.

"You have no clue what I'm going on about any more, do you?"

Mission accomplished! Job well done!

[nottrivial]

"Not in the slightest," Alec admitted sheepishly. "And I thought I was used to roundabout logic."

Nope!

[myownface]

"Well clearly you and I need to spend more time together, then," Sparkle decided, looking completely proud of himself, now. "I could show you a thing or two about roundabout logic, sweetheart."

Oh yes. Yes he could.

[nottrivial]

"Is that... I have no idea what kind of tutorial that would be." It was strangely not-terrible-sounding, though. "But, I mean. Sure."

[myownface]

"It would probably be the sort of tutorial that involves me talking, and you trying to figure out what the hell I'm going on about," Sparkle replied. "And, I mean, it probably won't take long for that to happen. Not saying anything about your ability to keep up, of course. But I do know me."

Sparkle had lived with himself his entire life, after all.

[nottrivial]

"Okaaay," Alec said warily. "Does it have to be now, though? I think I'm... already a little disoriented from the first few preliminary rounds."

Beat.

"And the-- sudden breasts."

[myownface]

"Random tits will do that," Sparkle decided. "Okay, we can take a break from me talking you around in circles, for now. But I fully intend to catch up for lost time when next we meet."

Oh yes. Fear.

[nottrivial]

"Deal." Alec smiled, just a little. "I'm Alec Lightwood, by the way. 401."

[myownface]

"Oh, yeah?" See Sparkle. See Sparkle smirk. Smirk, Sparkle, smirk! "Sparkle. Room 209."

How are you doing, little mister politically correct?

[nottrivial]

"Oh. You're... the one from class." Well, didn't Alec feel super-smart right now. "Well. I will... see you around, Sparkle."

Right after he went to the salle and did a few rounds of every exercise ever so he could distract himself from his face burning with embarrassment, yay.

[myownface]

"One in the same," Sparkle replied, still looking rather pleased with himself. "You take care, Alec. Try not to do anything I wouldn't do."

It was a very tiny list.