Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

[electrocynic]

Electroclash was predictably cranky.

The good thing was that the radio had stopped playing Christmas carols.

The bad thing was that it was now playing an endless torrent of barely-appropriate pop and overly syrupy love songs, and she did not much care for either right now.

Fandom High's guidance counselor was in. And slumped in her chair behind her desk, looking grumpy. But in.

[ooc: Open!]

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[myownface]

The corner of Sparkle's mouth twitched a little. God, he hated that word.

"See, and here I used to think that the hard part was not falling into old habits again, or maybe hiding the whole thing about how I sometimes have girl parts or turn into a tiny unicorn or a little kid from people who would freak out about it. And now I don't even know what to expect. Like... it's just going to feel wrong."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged.

"That's when you have to be brave, I s'pose."

[myownface]

"I keep getting brave and reckless confused," Sparkle sighed. "But, hey, I just have to hang in there until I can leave, and then, whatever, maybe the distinction between the two won't matter as much."

[electrocynic]

"It'll still matter a bit."

Take it from someone who'd also gotten the two mixed up a lo, but for twice as long.

"Whether you have to give a flying fuck about that is a different thing, of course."

[myownface]

"And whether I decide to even after it becomes obvious that I probably should," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "But it seems kind of... I don't know... doable. Unless I end up behind bars, I've got options. That's... it's neat."

There were better words for it than 'neat.' Probably. But that one was a little less full of feelings overshare than the rest.

"... Thanks. I needed this."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged. "No problem."

In all honesty, she was always amazed when it looked like she'd done anything at all right when it came to this job. But maybe her small successes were more down to recognizing something familiar in Sparkle, rather than any actual skill on her part.

"Want to take a stab at taking the radio apart before you go?"

[myownface]

"Oh my god with pleasure," Sparkle declared, shooting her a grin just as Nice & Slow started playing on it. "Damn thing has it coming."

Like, a lot.

[electrocynic]

"Agreed," she nodded, leaning back.

Because she despised that thing, and she was sure it would be here and whole again come next week, but destruction could be satisfying even if it was temporary.