Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[myownface]

Well, graduation was over with, and most of Sparkle's crap was already packed up, and he had Lewis' word that when he got back to Toronto, they'd be just a couple of days away from moving into the new house that Lewis had been saving up for decades for. The only trouble was? Still a group home. And given the assortment of teens that Lewis tended to pick up, allergies were sort of a thing.

He'd begged. He'd pleaded. Hell, he'd threatened to live in the garage or something. No, Lewis wasn't going to budge.

No cats.

So Sparkle was now in the common room with Velcro, frowning at the little guy while he tried to make the best of his last day here, before... something something. Taking him to the shelter, maybe, or seeing how long he could smuggle his shouldercat around in his bookbag before Lewis took notice, or maybe actually running away somewhere after all and starting life over as a hermit in, like, sunny California or hey, the seventies were kind of okay. He could handle running away to the seventies.

But for the time being, he'd settle for making the best of his last day here before his portal would cart him off, by dangling a shoelace at the end of a broom handle for the cat to chase around the room like a complete lunatic.

"That's right, moron. You're a good stupid boy, aren't you?"

[OOC: Open! Probably Sparkle's last post on the island before alumni-land. There's a new owner in mind for the kitty already, no worries.]

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[myownface]

"Sure, if Fandom High actually ever taught anything academic," Sparkle sighed. "I'm going to rock at cooking and friendship, but I can't exactly get a Canadian diploma on knowing my way around glitter."

[not_a_moonie]

"Oh," Alana said thoughtfully. "Well, that sucks. Glitter's the most important part of earth culture as far as I can tell."

[myownface]

"Not far off," Sparkle laughed. "We Earth folks are just really, really, super attracted to sparkly things."

Humans were a bit like magpies, that way.

[not_a_moonie]

"Which is why you're such a magnetic fellow," Alana teased. "It came with the name."

[myownface]

"Yet another reason I carry my own pyrotechnics," Sparkle mused. "It makes me impossible to resist."

Seriously. Sparklers were an awesome conversation starter, and he almost always had at least a few on him somewhere.

[not_a_moonie]

"And that's why I'm going to miss you," Alana told him. "Irresistible, and you bring your own fireworks. Nobody else does that."

She considered it.

"Maybe Barry, but he graduated too."

[myownface]

"I guess the school is going to have to find some way to cope without tiny explosions happening around here on a regular basis," Sparkle lamented. "I'm not sure how you'll manage, but you're all pretty resourceful. I'm sure you'll figure something out."