MCA #4, Thursday Morning

[suitablyheroic]

It'd been a long couple of days of conversations with the kids, talking them through what happened, or just shooting the shit. It was rewarding, though, because theirs was a language Atton understood - one he was a straightforward senior in, someone to pass on the lessons of a gnarled and screwed-up life to

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[myownface]

At least Atton didn't have to stand out there for long. It was hard to miss the Hawk coming in to land, and once he'd noticed that, Sparkle had been keeping an ear out for signs of life in the hall.

'Where did I put my keys? Come on, come on,' sounded a heck of a lot like the signs of life he'd been listening for, so here came Sparkle, yanking open the door and grinning. From inside, the smell of breakfast was on the go. Atton hadn't said when on Thursday he was coming home, but Sparkle made enough bacon, eggs, and toast for two, and he was working on finishing the pan-fried potatoes. Those always took a little longer, and he still hadn't quite mastered the art of timing on them.

Dammit, potatoes.

"You're gonna want those keys if you want to keep coming in here, huh? Get your ass in here and get yourself sorted out, man. Have you eaten? There's bacon."

Also, hi!

[suitablyheroic]

... Yeah, that-- all of that-- had to make Atton blink. Once or twice. Maybe thrice. "Okay, that's in the top three of best welcomes I've ever had," he said, nonplussed.

Then looked up at the ceiling, just to make sure there wasn't an assassin out to drop down and murder his ass.

"... Hey, Sparks," he added, area sufficiently assassin-scouted for his standards, and slipped in the door.

[myownface]

"I saw the Hawk coming in," Sparkle explained, laughing and stepping out of the way. "You just have good timing. And I have enough bacon for, like, the whole floor."

In fairness, this was a small building. It was not a big floor.

"Hey, Atton. You have a good trip in?"

[suitablyheroic]

"Well, the Hawk's not a smoking pile of rubble at the heart of the island," Atton said, shrugging idly. "That definitely puts it in the top 80% of space flights in my life."

Don't mind him if he kept on walking. He smelled bacon.

[sith_happened]

Anakin wasn't a crazy person. It wasn't like he was stalking the Hawk or anything. He just noticed when it came back because he was observant, okay?

Thus the knocking on Atton's door. "You have all of your limbs?"

It was how Skywalkers expressed love, okay.

[suitablyheroic]

The door opened a few moments later.

Atton said nothing. He just held up his arms. See? All limbs present.

[sith_happened]

"Good," Anakin said, nodding. "Get a shower yet?"

[suitablyheroic]

"And breakfast," Atton affirmed, rolling his eyes. "Don't mother me, Skywalker. Come in."

He nodded at the apartment, then stepped back.