Second Floor Common Room, Weds Afternoon/Evening

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Kathy hoped no one on this floor would mind that she was taking over their common room, but she was starting to feel guilty about making the delivery people hike all the way up to the fifth floor with her orders. Fandom takeout tended to err on the excessive side, even for someone with as enhanced a metabolism as Kathy had developed. Camping on the second floor made her feel better for ordering so much as well as making it more likely that she'd find help eating it.

Tonight she'd gone for pizza. It just seemed fitting for an Adolescent Coyote marathon. Apparently the next season was starting soon and the gifs of the show flooding her dash made it look pretty neat, so she'd decided she'd check out the first few seasons and see if she liked it.

Not far into the first episode, she was discovering the show featured snark, bad CGI, and a pretty cast apparently allergic to shirts (except for the snarky best friend, apparently). She still wasn't sure about the actual quality of the show, but there were worse ways to spend an evening.

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"Yeah," Sparkle murmured, "me too."

He gave her a solid pat on the back with his non-pizza hand, and then leaned back to grin at her.

"And how about you? Wow me with something, Mouse. Make shit up if you need to."

It could be about that coyote-man's glistening abs if she was really at a loss. Sparkle was so watching the TV for a moment over her shoulder, there.

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See? This show had its benefits! Like its lack of anything resembling a shirt budget.

"Umm, well, I've been out to Baltimore twice," she confided, grabbing a bottle of ginger beer as she sat back down. "And while I was out there...I took your advice. No more tumblr tag names for me."

[myownface]

"Atta girl, Mouse," Sparkle said approvingly. "So, what's my favourite warrior of love and social justice going by now?"

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"Banzai," she answered proudly. "Who won't hesitate to kick your butt wearing rainbows and tie you up with ribbons."

[myownface]

"The rainbows are still my favourite part," Sparkle decided, sounding pretty darn proud, too. "No reason."

Honest.

"Good job, by the way. That is a way better name. Where'd you get it?"

As if he didn't know.

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"You'd be surprised what comes to mind when you're flinging yourself off a seven-story roof to catch a mugger," Kathy said, smiling a little.

Heh. Spoilsport.

[myownface]

"Ah," Sparkle replied, giving a knowing little nod. "See, I told you, you need a battle cry."

Okay, now he was finally going to get some of that pizza into his face.

"So, fighting the good fight and all of that?"

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"I don't know if 'twice' counts as doing much at all, but yup! Snotty comments from people or not."

Trapper Keeper indeed.

"Mostly muggers and stuff like that. Crimes of opportunity and stuff. Going out tonight in fact."

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"Yeah?" Sparkle pursed his lips. "I'd be jealous, but, you know. Not the life for me. I'd be one of those shitty antiheroes that mostly just hands around on street corners being angry at everything, like, why the hell do I have to help anyone out there, anyhow?"

He was honest, at least.

"You're way better suited for it."

Especially with the new name.

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"Just remember me, one night while it's raining and miserable out and you're warm and comfortable in a common room and I'm stuck outside like a soaked cat," Kathy said with a laugh. "You'll know which one of us made the better choice then. And I'm sure you'll tell me all about it."

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"Ha, those'll be the slow crime nights anyway," Sparkle replied, shaking his head. "Like criminals or potential victims want to be out in the rain any more than anyone else."

Speaking from experience leaning either way.

"So I'll be here laughing when you come back in like a drowned rat with nothing to show, Mouse."

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"I can kick you and be back in my seat before you even knew I got up," Kathy threatened with a laugh.

[myownface]

"Yeah, but I can pick a lock and I know where you sleep at night," Sparkle replied with a smirk. "I think that just about puts us at even, don't you?"

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"Except I think that if you broke into our room, you'd have to deal with Flick before you deal with me," Kathy said easily. "Dunno if that's the best idea you ever had."

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"Nah, Flick and I are cool," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "He's my little brother, you know? Through the school. All I'd have to do is explain how you're pickin' on me, big tough superhero with crazy powers, and he'd be like, 'Sure, Sparkle. Go right ahead.'"

... Sparkle's theories might or might not actually reflect reality.

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"Or he'd pat me on the back for putting his fighting lessons to good work and ask why you're making his adorable roommate yell at you," Kathy retorted, gesturing with a pizza slice for emphasis.

"I gave him cookies once. He totally likes me best."

Again with the possibility of this not reflecting reality.

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"What, you think I can't give him cookies? I'll bring cookies with me when I break in. Problem solved."

See? Sparkle had this all figured out!

Lucky Flick?