Library [10/02]

[furnaceface]

Jono understood that, as today was the day where people had family and friends and who only knew what else arriving on the island, he was probably going to have to make certain that the library looked presentable. More or less presentable.

Like a library.

Jono had no idea what a 'presentable library' was supposed to look like, and so he was going to just make sure that the books were more or less shelved in the right places, and then he'd cross his fingers.

[Open!]

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Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[living_endless]

"Thanks," Didi said, going pink. "And you are cute, Jono. And you have an awesome accent." Inside her head, but still. "And you play guitar."

She turned to Delirium. "He's a musician."

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[notinyourbook.livejournal.com]

"REally?," she asked, lighting up and turning her full attention to Jono. "WilL yoU pLAy MUsIC for mE tHIS weekEND? I lIke Music, eSPEcIAlLy sONGS AbOut peOPLe thAt aRe rEALLy cloUdS, and ShINy tHiNGs."

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[furnaceface]

Jono was blushing too, now. That was a lot of flattery to take in all at once. His fragile little ego might not be able to handle it!

//I'll play for yer, sure,// he replied, trying on something not unlike a smile. //I don't really sing, mind. Do you?//

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[notinyourbook.livejournal.com]

"I can sINg!" she claimed, twirling around and getting so excited that a few more butterflies popped in and out of reality around her. "I caN sIng PREtTY SonGS, i cAn SINg THem aLL DaY loNG..."

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[living_endless]

"She's a lot better at singing than I am," Didi smiled. "... honey, you're making butterflies again. We said two, remember?"

She didn't seem too terribly concerned.

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[furnaceface]

... Dear lord, Didi's sister was crazy and strange and bloody adorable. Jono found himself wanting to give her cookies.

//They're very nice butterflies,// he offered. Because... Well, ssh, maybe he just liked butterflies.

Re: Afternoon [10/02]

[notinyourbook.livejournal.com]

"i forGoT," she admitted, running around to pop the offenders like soap-bubbles. "SHoO. sHOO. gO HOmE."