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First Floor Lobby, Friday

Oh god, Sparkle hated today. Sparkle hated today SO DAMN MUCH but at least he had volunteered to sit and man the sales table for Valentine's flowers and dance tickets so he didn't have to be working at Dite's which would have made everything so much worse.

Oh god. If he had to actually be at Dite's later he was going to burn everything to the ground. Provided he survived the trek there through the snow, like, he was Canadian and he had the good sense to stay out of it anyway, but still.

... Look, he was here to sell flowers and dance tickets, and considering what was in the air besides an abundance of glitter and a shitload of snowflakes, he figured people would understand if he looked a little bit cranky about it.

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He'll be happy to ~~bitch at you~~ sell you flowers and tickets!

... And also bitch at you!

"Today is the worst!"

Cecil was going to look all woebegone at you, Sparkle. And possibly flounce onto the floor and pout.

"No kidding?"

Yeah, Sparkle could sympathize. Ish. To a point. But that wasn't going to stop him from leaning forward across the table to look down at floppy, pouty Cecil.

"Missing the scientist, huh?"

He could imagine.

"Always," Cecil said mournfully. "But a lot today. And apparently the squirrels are handsy drunks."

"... These are things I never wanted to know. But now I guess I can brace myself for that on Sunday," Sparkle replied, blinking. "With, like, rolled-up newspaper and a spray bottle or something. Really, the spray bottle can't be a bad idea anyway, all things considered."

Stupid flowers. Stupid pollen.

"Maybe don't give them any extra rum. But would you want to go outside in that?" Cecil waved at the windows. He was well aware that Sparkle was more used to snow and things than he was, but still.

"Want to? Nah. But I've totally, like, waited for the bus in that before. It's doable. And, you know, it'd help with this... Mood."

Yeah, Sparkle was so pissed of at the island. Again.

"Oh, sure. Freezing to death would help with a lot of things!" Cecil rolled his eyes. "I'd still rather not."

"Pfff. The cold probably wouldn't kill you. I mean. Not right off the bat."

Sparkle knew all about how much it sucked to be out in weather like that for long. He wasn't going to pretend that it wasn't dangerous.

"Wouldn't leave you in a better mood, either. Guess it's kind of a trade-off."

Cecil wrinkled his nose. "I'll stay frustrated and warm," he decided. "How are the tickets and flowers going?"

"Good, I think. Like, flowers are going well. Everyone wants to get into somebody's pants today, so we'll probably see a lot of flower sales. I haven't been paying too much attention, though."

Because, look, he was a little distracted.

"That's good, I guess."

Cecil sighed. "We have to go to the dance, don't we?"

"I'm pretty sure I have to help set up the dance," Sparkle sighed, nodding. "At least I have enough glitter to last, like, years. That's... something."

He didn't sound terribly certain if that was a good or a bad something, in this particular case.

"Plenty of glitter!" Cecil agreed. "Why couldn't we just get more glitter?" He sighed.

"See, I ask myself that every time the island decides to do something stupid," Sparkle lamented. "Here you are, freezing your ass off. And here everyone is, breathing in that fucking pollen. Glitter seems like a hell of a step up from there."

"Glitter is a whole march up!" Cecil said. "Especially if it was warm glitter."

"Warm Glitter," Sparkle decreed, "is going to be the name of my punk-rock show-tunes cover band."

What? His attention was decidedly skippy today. Nobody could blame him for a good tangent!

Cecil grinned. "Oo! You'll have the best merchandise!"

He'd probably buy a lot.

"Right? I just need to learn how to play more than the tin whistle. Maybe a guitar. Or a ukulele. I could probably handle a ukulele."

And afford one, at that.

"Ocarina!" Cecil decided. "That can't be much harder than tin whistle, right?"

"... You know, I have no idea," Sparkle admitted. "I've only ever seen them in, like, videogames. They can't be that hard. I mean, there aren't too many holes to keep track of."

Cecil snickered. Because he was ~~forty-two~~ ~~thirty-five~~ ~~fifteen~~ five.

".... Wooow." And now Sparkle was cackling too. Because... Look, sometimes you just had to cackle. "Oh shit. Shit, I just totally said that, didn't I?"

Yes, Sparkle. Yes you did.

"Yes!" Cecil agreed gleefully.

Shameless life was where it was at, right? Because Sparkle was cackling and clapping his hands a little. Sometimes you just had to be terrible to really appreciate life, okay?

"I guess it's not much of a stretch, having to keep track of the holes while you blow something?"

"If it's too much stretch, you're doing it wrong!" Cecil blurted out. Oh, god, had he really said that? At this rate, he was probably going to asphyxiate from laughing. Was that a thing? Still, at least it was better than being miserably horny over ♥Carlos♥, right?

It might be a thing! It was possibly a thing! Sparkle would be happy to consider whether it was a thing or not just as soon as he was done being draped over the table and cackling.

"And fuck, that could hurt. Let's not stretch that much, right?"

There's a flower order form and Sparkle's not going to get upset if you serve your own damn self here.

It's a snowy moooorning and I don't want to go to woooork yay!

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