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That thunderstorm the other day had kept Sunshine indoors - she'd brought out the big guns, so to speak, and cleaned her rooms to chase away the blues.

Today, though, has been gloriously bright. And Rae isn't one to miss an opportunity.

So there is a baker, in an tangerine-hued tank-top and deep purple jean shorts, flopped unceremoniously on a large rock at the edge of the lake, seeing to the very serious business of soaking in the sunlight.

It's clearly occupying all of her concentration. That, or she's fallen asleep.

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Atton considers this.

Then: "Teja did it."

Sunshine eyes him. He has... interesting shadows, but there's little her Dark Sight wants to tell her.

"I have my doubts," she says after a moment, forming her own suspicions. "Teja and I are supposed to spar next time we meet, anyway. He'd have woke me up."

"...In some other way than by glittering me."

"He was in a very jovial mood," Atton says innocently. "He just came over here, glittered you, and then danced off into the bar muttering something about dying on the slopes of Vesuvius."

That should give an air of legitimacy to this story, Atton feels.

Rae stares up at him, blinking. This guy is almost as bad at lying as she is.

Might as well play along.

"Was he outright laughing in between the muttering as he danced, or was it more a darkly humorous chuckle?"

"He's Teja."

That's enough of an answer to that question, Atton thinks.

"Well, at least it hasn't gotten too bad then," she nods, solemnly. "He's not so far gone that I can't probably snap him out of it, next time I see him."

"I think he might be having a lot of sex with a trickster god," Atton says sagely, "or he told me he was, at least."

That's not technically true, in the sense that it's a total lie, but that doesn't matter to Atton.

From her reaction, that hadn't even occurred to her, and is much more serious than pretend glitter-guilt. "Oh please tell me he's not that dumb."

She'd warned him about Loki.

Atton frowns.

"Well, I was just lying, but you seem to think that's actually possible," Atton says. "He did seem really happy to be glittered by this Loki dude."

"Literally glittered or metaphorically glittered?" she asks, warily.

Sunshine herself is, at the moment, more iridescent than usual. The subtle, barely-there pinpricks of light from the sunlight-web set into her skin has nothing on actualfax glitter.

"Literally. Is it possible to be metaphorically glittered?"

"No idea, but I've been surprised before by how slang and idiomatic speaking translate across dimensions."

"So... Teja hasn't had sex with Loki? You were just making that up? I ask because in all the stories that survived, people close to Loki tend to end up gruesomely dead or otherwise severely inconvenienced for a very long time, and I'd rather nothing happen to Teja."

"I dunno. When I mocked him about it, he didn't seem to understand what I was getting at, but it's Teja. He doesn't understand it when I accuse Will of being a cannibal who washes his hair in the arterial blood of his victims, either."

Rae looks a little ill at the mental image, pale despite the sunlight.

"Put a lid on the gore, would you? Who's Will?"

"Will Scarlett? Yey high, scar on his face, bright red hair, adorable?"

"...Can't say I've met him," she says, still rather green about the gills. So to speak.

"For the record, he's not a cannibal, right?" Just to make sure. One never really knows, in Milliways.

"No, no, he's not."

"Good to know," Rae replies. "The vampires are bad enough without adding cannibalism to the mix."

"Vampires?"

"Yeah," she nods, wondering with a twinge of jealousy if this lying glitter-guy comes from one of those lucky worlds without them.

"You know, vampires? They're super-strong, super-fast, nocturnal, drink blood, pretty reliably go up in flames if exposed to sunlight?"

"Not ringing a bell," Atton shrugs.

"Lucky you," she says, dry.

"Yay!" Atton beams. "They sound very friendly and cuddly."

"You'd think that, from their description, wouldn't you?" There's a faint, wry upturning at the corners of her mouth.

"So, it may come as a surprise to find out they're really not."

Though all the scars that grace her arms, shoulders, neck and upper chest might give the surprise away.

Edited 2012-08-09 03:00 (UTC)

"I dunno about that, they sound like they'd fit in just fine on my world," Atton says thoughtfully. "And my world was the cuddliest place."