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
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Bad week. The second, yeah. He was going to give up being miserable for lent, or something.
"So you didn't miss much," he called.
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"That so? Well colour me shocked."
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Sparkle's life was exploding around him again, so help him, and he was going to take his chuckles where he could find them.
"What are we shocked about?"
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Atton wasn't sure who'd brought out the karaoke set, beyond the fact that it wasn't him. But space, watching a bunch of superheroes bouncing around excitedly to the latest by Lady somethingsomething was definitely... something.
"I should go again," he muttered into his glass. "Should I go again?"
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Or did it?
She hadn't exactly been here a lot on Saturday nights in the past few... years. Couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. "Prob'ly," she mumbled, shrugging and leaning back in her seat. "Indulge."
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Nothing was going to stop him from requesting Gilbert and Sullivan, for the record.
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He was not going to get something poppy. He'd hit the melancholy downswing of his usual drunken repertoire; he just hadn't realized it.
In his defense, he stuck with the poppy idea right up until he'd managed to stumble up to the track listing and spotted the Metallica tracks. He snagged the microphone and moved somewhat unsteadily onto the...
... yeah, okay, they didn't have a stage. The place where the thing was. "So I'm gonna dedicate this one to the, uh, the dead."
Yeah, this would be fantastic, really.
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