Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2015, Early Saturday Evening [Part 2]

[bigdamnprincipal]

As the last new graduate sat down with their diploma, a roaring noise could be heard in the distance. The noise quickly got louder, and then it wasn't so distant at all as dragons began to swarm around the lawn.

Some of the dragons were real, with scales and tails and fire in their breath. Following in their wake were smaller, squishier dragons, in a variety of tasty jello flavors.

As the dragons descended upon the graduates, the Fandom graduation protocols kicked in, and an invisible barrier came down to separate the graduates from the rest of the audience.

Good luck, graduates. Hopefully there were some brave knight types among you!

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Re: Success! [Grad 2015]

[myownface]

"I'm a wimp who took on a jello dragon and who is still doing way better than the dragon is," Sparkle decided, sticking his nose into the air. "Don't let appearances fool you, here."

He had totally destroyed that thing!

... After a bit!

Re: Success! [Grad 2015]

[suitably_heroic]

"Can you even walk?" Atton wondered. "Because you look like you should be sticking to the floor, here."

Re: Success! [Grad 2015]

[myownface]

"I'm not hurt," Sparkle declared. "... But I am a little sludgy. I might end up hosing myself off before I go back into the dorms. Whoever thought up jello wrestling has, like, either my greatest respect, or else I'm going to side-eye them forever."

Re: Success! [Grad 2015]

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a snort. Then he shook his head.

"Well, when you're all hosed down, you're welcome to grab breakfast at my place tomorrow if you want," he said casually, "and otherwise I'll see you next weekend."

Look, he knew himself by now. If he asked Sparkle specifically when he was leaving, some part of his brain would get contrarian, and he'd be off the island well before that time, whenever it was.

Re: Success! [Grad 2015]

[myownface]

"Breakfast tomorrow," Sparkle promised. "Sounds good. I'll be there, probably not even with broccoli, even."

Probably. Maybe he'd sneak some into Atton's fridge, just to leave him something to remember his time here by.