myownface: (You serious)
So, for a couple of days now, Sparkle had been kind of just going with the flow, figuring that whatever this intervention was meant to accomplish, Hannibal would probably figure he'd gotten it off his chest sooner or later. Monday had been full of eventful conversation, and after that had been through, Tuesday and Wednesday had been all about self-care. It was hard to focus on much else in the wake of a talk like that.

So today he'd been more or less willing to just roll with it when Hannibal had informed him that he was calling a cab, and they were going out for a few hours. Sure, Hannibal wasn't telling him where, and that had him squinting a bit, but at this rate he was willing to do just about anything to be able to get out of this damn city.

Sorry, Hannibal. Whatever else it was you were trying to accomplish here, you were never going to redeem Toronto for Sparkle. You just weren't.

"Are we almost there, at least?"

[OOC: For that guy! Be forewearned that I'm gonna be slapping some manner of trigger warning up here at some point. Which I'll do when I know exactly what that warning is gonna have to be. Warning number one is for assaulting and drugging a man.]
myownface: (Up There)
Sparkle's side of the room was starting to kind of look like something exploded in it. And, in all fairness, that wasn't all that different from the norm, except...

"Look, you. What'sisname. Mildred. Morris. Mungo. You. Could you maybe stop doing that?"

Another sock flew across the room, landed at the end of Sparkle's bed in the growing pile of random crap that had been amassing through the course of the day.

"You don't have to stay here, you know. You're welcome to like leave whenever the hell you want. I tried to get you cereal, even. You know how hard that kind is to find? Shit, I'd be thrilled if someone were to hand me a whole damn box of Lucky Charms just to shut me the fuck up. So if you're so damn hungry, suck it the hell up."

The Lucky Charms box was upended into the laundry pile, and the empty box was flung at Sparkle, who batted it out of the air with one hand.

"Do I have to come over there?"

This was the shittiest sixteenth birthday ever. Prof McCorreiablahblah owed him for this Brownie babysitting bullshit. God.

[The door is cracked, the post is open, though I won't be awake for long. Sparks needed something for his sweet sixteen!]
myownface: (Up There)
Sparkle's side of the room was starting to kind of look like something exploded in it. And, in all fairness, that wasn't all that different from the norm, except...

"Look, you. What'sisname. Mildred. Morris. Mungo. You. Could you maybe stop doing that?"

Another sock flew across the room, landed at the end of Sparkle's bed in the growing pile of random crap that had been amassing through the course of the day.

"You don't have to stay here, you know. You're welcome to like leave whenever the hell you want. I tried to get you cereal, even. You know how hard that kind is to find? Shit, I'd be thrilled if someone were to hand me a whole damn box of Lucky Charms just to shut me the fuck up. So if you're so damn hungry, suck it the hell up."

The Lucky Charms box was upended into the laundry pile, and the empty box was flung at Sparkle, who batted it out of the air with one hand.

"Do I have to come over there?"

This was the shittiest sixteenth birthday ever. Prof McCorreiablahblah owed him for this Brownie babysitting bullshit. God.

[The door is cracked, the post is open, though I won't be awake for long. Sparks needed something for his sweet sixteen!]

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