Outside the Danger Shop, After Classes, Wednesday

[suitablyheroic]

Sparkle had had a bad weekend, and when Sparkle had bad anythings, he tended to set things on fire. So... this was the post-fire compromise Atton had thought of: get a bunch of flamethrowers and plasma wielders inside the Danger Shop, set it to a Canadian Neighborhood sim without any actual NPCs in it, and let him go to town

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[myownface]

Atton, you... you were pretty much a hero. Sparkle had been dragging his ass today, yes. Class (and stepping in on the bickering of two of his students) had kind of taken it out of him, but he was here looking about as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as any one Sparkle could be, under the circumstances.

"... Sorry I'm late," he said, grimacing a little as he made his way over to join Atton. "Got home after class and just kinda... napped."

Apparently he'd needed it. A lot.

[suitablyheroic]

"Good, because I'm not giving you a flamethrower if you look like you're about to drop and nap on the floor," Atton said with a sigh, pulling away from the wall. "Or molotov cocktails, or anything else."

[myownface]

Sparkle's eyes went a little wide at that.

"Molotov cocktails?"

Sparkle. Sparkle, you blew up a house using plastic explosives over the weekend. Molotovs were a little more your price range. Also, far more Danger Shopped.

[suitablyheroic]

"They explode, they're on fire, you probably know how to use one," Atton said, shrugging.