A Ship In Orbit Around Gyndine, Atton's GFFA, Wednesday Evening

[suitablyheroic]

It'd been an eventful few days: Sparkle had gotten moved, and then moved again, and At-- Theemin wasn't actually entirely sure where. Or hadn't been, up until an hour ago; he'd been called in for a meeting with the Bith and the rest of the board. Something about needing his expertise about something. It hadn't taken much-- just a few spikes, a few

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[myownface]

Sparkle's face didn't quite light up when Atton-or-whatever-he-was-going-by-these-days came into the room. He was tired and bored and scared and, hell, even a little too depressed for that. He was used to captivity, had fallen into old habits from well before his Fandom days, but that didn't mean he was doing well. It just meant that he was surviving.

So, instead of lighting up, he was looking up and managing a little smile. Hey, it was that guy again.

"There was a hold-up? Didn't even notice."

[suitablyheroic]

Th--Atton half-shrugged. "Probably spent the whole time sleeping and talking to the furniture," he said. "You're way too easily amused, Sparks."

[myownface]

"Guilty as charged," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It beats thinking too hard about how much I must stink right now. I'd kill for a fucking shower. Or some deodorant. Or, like, a book..."

Entertaining the hostage clearly wasn't on the to-do list, though. Funny, that.

[suitablyheroic]

"I'd get you a datapad, but they'd be crawling up my ass the second I walked out of the room."

Unfortunately. Atton sighed. "I'm getting to meet the big guys soon," he said. "Maybe I'll find a good in and this'll be over soon. And then I can kill Mical for getting you into this in the first place."