fandomhigh | Self Defense, Thursday, Period One

This week around, the Danger Shop had been set up to resemble Fandom. Hey, the sim was in the system, might as well make as much use of it as possible, right?

Atton himself came stomping in more or less on time. "Okay," he yelled, "I had an entire conversation with my mirror this morning that was about as embarrassing as it was traumatizing, which means the island is being a--" ...string of mean Twi'lekki words, apparently, "--and I don't want to deal with it because all of my defense mechanisms are built on a network of carefully constructed lies."

Beat.

"Ugh."

He slapped a blaster onto a table of other blasters.

"So, instead of starting off with the fighting moves I had planned, today, we're shooting things. Silently. Grab one, grab a friend, work on your reflexes."

He pointed at Sparkle. "You, come see me after class, I have something for you. Don't ask questions. That's good advice for everyone here today, actually."

He smashed his fist down on a red button and not entirely realistic-looking monsters suddenly spawned all over town. There.

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Who's going to be over there, trying to avoid being talked to.

After class, as instructed, Sparkle shimmied over to Atton and gave him a strained grin and a terse nod.

He so did not want to make words happen right now, ugh.

Neither did Atton, so hey, maybe together they could keep gut spilling from happening. "I got you a military hold-out blaster because I'd be pretty upset if you died." Beat. "Ugh. Anyway, I can't carry weapons on campus, so I dropped it off at the weapons locker. If you didn't have one with your name on it before, you do now. Congratulations."

D'awww. Sparkle would've made some clip about how he didn't know Atton cared, except... that would have been lying. Instead, he just gave Atton a thankful grin, and shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't have one before this, nah. I mostly just used the training weapons because it wasn't like I was going to run out and get my own archery equipment or whatever. But thanks, like, I appreciate it. Now maybe if I actually put in the proper amount of time it takes to learn how to do that sort of thing right, I'll be at least slightly less likely to get eaten or something the next time something attacks."

... That hadn't been too bad, at least.

"I'll drag you out to the shooting range some time when I can actually talk you through something without having to play 'dodge the landmine'," Atton offered.

That one wasn't terrible. It wasn't like Sparkle didn't know Atton was basically made of secrets.

"I'd like that," Sparkle decided. "As it stands, after classes are done today I'm probably going to go lock myself in my room until this wears off and give dirty looks to my roommate if she tries to strike up conversation. I'll probably still talk to my cat, though."

Yep.

"Try not to tell your cat anything incriminating," Atton said sagely. "Squirrels get in everywhere, it's a pain in the ass. Or it was, until I got those Force powers working."

"I bet," Sparkle snorted. "I usually just bribe the squirrels with rum. I'm not above offering, and they're not above accepting, even if it is kind of a waste of perfectly good booze that I mostly just steal in the first place."

"Oh, I did that, too," Atton said, "Good use for all that booze I wasn't drinking."

Beat.

"Yeah, you should probably go."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. We can touch base another time. I'm, like, free... whenever. Except Friday and Sunday, because I think I'm actually going to try to get real work in this semester before I graduate, for once."

...

He wrinkled his nose.

"I hope you don't get stuck in too many shitty conversations today, man."

"I'm going to go by Skywalker's office to drop off the bottle of whiskey he seems to need after that radio broadcast," Atton volunteered. "After that, I'm locking myself in my apartment with that pizza I've still got in the fridge. Unless Mical calls."

Eugh.

"Eugh, Mical. Best of luck with that one. If you get called away and need somebody to go and be brutally and annoyingly honest about his plumbing skills, though, I might be able to drag my ass out of my room for that."

What? It would be funny.

"In the meantime," he gave an irreverent little wave of his hand. "Take care, man."

Atton rolled his eyes, but waved back. "Run off to that room of yours," he said. "As fast as you can."

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