The Fortress, Sarah's London, Saturday

[electrocynic]

It had been decided Sarah wasn't going to the picnic. By Sarah. Because she felt she got the best quality decisions when she made them all by herself. New kids could just as well meet her during office hours next week. She wasn't portaling back and forth for that. Or the free food, even.

So, she'd already been here for a while. They'd gotten back from the retreat – finally, thank Christ – late last night, and she'd slept in, done some shopping, then retreated to the only place in London that really mattered: the Fortress.

And now she was standing outside in the street, smoking as she waited.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boys!]

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Re: Sometime way, way later...

[suitably_heroic]

It better not be Meetra, because Atton would've said Sparkle didn't know the damn half of that situation. Or tried to punch him, because he wasn't exactly rational on that particular topic.

"Am I getting lectured by a nineteen-year-old?" Atton asked blearily, because frankly, he didn't actually have the brain cells together right now to make the jump to Meetra in the first place.

Re: Sometime way, way later...

[myownface]

"Yes," Sparkle said, simply. "Because even nineteen-year-olds can tell when somebody's gone and been a bit of a dick."

And really, it wasn't like Sparkle bit his tongue to anybody when he had a half-decent lecture worked up. Why should he start with Atton?

Re: Sometime way, way later...

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, he was welcome to try. Atton's listening-to-lectures track-record wasn't so good, though, so Sparkle might have to put his back into it.

"Ugh," Atton said, intelligently. That dot in the distance he was staggering after was Sarah, right? "Yeah, yeah."

Re: Sometime way, way later...

[myownface]

Sparkle was going to even attempt to give Atton an elbow to the ribs, here, at least partly because there weren't many times he'd be able to manage it, let alone get away with it.

"I'm serious," he added, sounding more tired than exasperated. "She's good people. There's a real big fucking shortage of those out there and at the very least you owe her an apology."

Maybe it was even that there was a shortage of those out there who had always demonstrated that they had his back, and maybe Sparkle was a bit protective of people like that, and he kind of hated that one of those people was currently (rightfully) irate at one of the other ones who had (understandably) gone and done something stupid.

Ugh, this was complicated.

Re: Sometime way, way later...

[suitably_heroic]

Atton, being the reasonable non-nineteen-year-old adult that he was, did what he usually did in situations like this: racked his tired and scattershot brain for something Sparkle had done he could throw back in the kid's face in lieu of even acknowledging the lecture, found nothing, and instead just rolled his eyes.

But he took the elbow to the ribs like a champ, which might have been some kind of consolation. "Later."

Re: Sometime way, way later...

[myownface]

Sparkle side-eyed him for a moment at that, and then, deciding that he could lecture all he wanted but he really couldn't make Atton do anything, just sighed and decided that was going to have to be good enough.

"Later," he agreed. "When you're less likely to puke on her feet in the attempt."

And then, after a pause:

"Come on, let's catch up."