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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

It was days later and Sparkle could swear he still had the taste of chocolate milk and ketchup in his mouth. Which was an interesting combination when combined with all the myriad scents around the shop today. There were some nice spring scents out, motly with words like 'blossom' in the name, but Sparkle was coming to learn that 'apple blossom and pickle brine' was not a combination that one necessarily wanted to have filling one's senses.

And on top of it all, he'd brought some accessory pieces for his final project at school, which meant that he was alternating between popping TicTacs like his life depended on it and sewing between customers.

What a Wednesday.

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It had been a while, so.

How are you doing?

Oh, Sia. Prepare for some incoherent nonsense, a la Sparkle.

My mouth feels like a sewer and I'm screaming forever trying to sew in time for tonight but I'm at work so that's okay except for the apple blossom, fuck apple blossom oh my god remind me why I ever do things.

There was a pause as Sia tried to read that a few times.

Were any of those words autocorrect?

Not a single one!

He'd checked.

And then he sent a photo of his sewing supplies laid out surrounded by all the aromatherapy stuff in Ino's shop. For slightly more context.

All right, more important questions: are you okay and should I send help?

Ohmygod Sia my final costume design is due tonight and I'm at work so send an army of tailors and a hot supermodel with the same measurements as Tom Hardy and you'd be a lifesaver.

So, 'okay' was one of those 'from a certain point of view' things. Kind of subjective in the moment.

I’m assuming you can’t leave work.

Well, it's work.

There was a pause, and then a follow-up message.

Granted, my boss probably wouldn't give a shit. But I'm all settled in now anyway.

Understandable. And I might have been able to provide the model with more notice.

She’d never tried, but what good was being the most powerful woman in the galaxy if you couldn’t summon models?

... Well now I regret not trying sooner. Daaamn.

Hey, the more you knew, right? It was still difficult for Sparkle to wrap his head around how most of the people he hung around with seemed to be the most powerful something of their respective somethings. Sia was Sia. Leto was Leto...

You’ll get it all done. Maybe put up a closed sign.

Damn, that's tempting too. Already missed a day of work this week, though. Probably shouldn't screw up a second one.

Basically, he was complaining for the sake of complaining. And kind of panicking, but that was just baseline Sparkle.

Point. You know you can ignore me if you need to work.

Or she’d just take longer to respond to give him time.

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Ino hadn't dropped in on Sparkle for a while now. She was kind of the worst employer?

But she was here today, with hot chocolate.

She sailed through the door with a cheerful, "Minion! I command entertainment!"

Why had you let her hire you, Sparkle?

"Boss! I am dying!"

Sparkle was not actually dying. But he did have a large pile of sewing supplies and lace on a little folding table behind the counter.

"Here, try this on??"

It was a really nice hat. A really, very nice hat. In red. There were feathers sewn on.

She blinked, then laughed, setting the drinks down on the counter and reaching for the hat.

"Sure," she said, turning it in her hands. "It's nice. Why am I trying this on?"

A beat.

"You're looking pretty spry for a dead man walkin'."

"I need to see how it frames a cute face," Sparkle replied, leaning back and looking speculatively at it. "Doesn't really scream 'Red Riding Hood,' but next to the wolf it should get the point across."

He paused, and then added, "Final project at the college is due tonight and I am totally fucked."

He said that part surprisingly cheerfully.

"Well, with a reason and a compliment like that, how could I refuse?" she asked rhetorically. "Give me a second."

Her hair, today, had been up in a braided ponytail, which everyone knew was the worst for hats. She snagged the elastic off her braid and shook her head as her hair unbraided itself and dropped the other elastic into her hand once it freed itself from the ponytail.

Ino settled the hat on her head and posed. "What do you think?"

Sparkle stared.

"Okay, like, if you're free and you don't mind a trip into Baltimore, wanna be my model tonight? I have two costumes, I need someone wearing at least one of them and was gonna just find someone to wear the Wolf costume instead, but... goddamn."

She was stinking adorable dammit.

The adorableness of the model was probably not supposed to impact his grade, but Ino laughed.

"Sure, I can be free for that," she said cheerfully. "What time? It's not just the hat, is it?"

"I pretty much have to run my ass out the door the second I close up here," Sparkle replied, grimacing. "But no, it's not just the hat. There's a long coat and a basket and a skirt, too. And boots? I think you'll like the boots. If it all fits you okay, you can even keep those."

It wasn't like he was going to be wearing any of this one.

"And I get free boots out of this deal? I'm cool with that."

Ino twirled to see the movement of the feathers, then beamed at him as she reached for her hot chocolate.

"Also, pro-tip, the fact you're dragging your boss along means you can close up early," she said generously. What? Ino didn't care. "I got you a hot chocolate if you want it. Though I'm not sure you need the sugar right now."

"I need all the sugar," Sparkle replied, shooting her a grin. "And anything that doesn't taste like pickles right now."

Sure, there had been chocolate milk in that sludge he'd drank on Sunday, but it sure as hell hadn't resembled chocolate milk by the time it got to him.

"Pickle taste is pretty nasty," she conceded, shoving his hot chocolate in his direction. "I mean, when it lingers. Pickles are fine in the moment."

"I do like pickles in the moment," Sparkle agreed. "No complaints about those. Usually."

He took the drink and took a mouthful, giving a little hum of satisfaction.

"Oh yeah, that's good."