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Applied Science | Monday | 11.02

Tyler was late this morning, and looked a little scruffy.

... someone might have been a little hungover from some birthday drinking.

The fantastic role model tossed directions and boxes of popsicle sticks down on the lab tables.

"We're building catapults," he announced, and gave the world's shortest and sketchiest lecture on what a catapult was. "It's teaching .. engineering. And physics."

"Work together," he added, then looked at the student he had reason to assume was the despoiler of poor Smoochy "Miss Yamanaka, I'd like a second of your time after class."

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Ben nodded and babbled for a good five minutes about trajectories and stress adjustments on popsicle sticks. The gist? He'd managed to get projectiles to go three times as far as they normally should.

Which was impressive, really, even if a bit of it here and there wasn't entirely sinking in to Jono's brain matter, this morning. Maybe instead of trying to fully comprehend it, he would just make himself useful.

//Is there anything I can help with while yer go about this?// He attempted a somewhat wry look. //I'm half-decent at passing rubber bands and tape, I've been told.//

"Sure!" Ben said, happily giving instructions for how Jono could help. "And then we can declare war on some of our classmates!"

Mmm. Catharsis.

Delicious, delicious catharsis.

//It'd be that much more satisfying if we set up just out of their range,// Jono decided. //Close enough to be able to use their own ammunition against them once it lands.//

"Brilliant," Ben declared, a positively fiendish gleam in his eyes.

And this was why it was dangerous when these two boys were allowed to build things together.

Jonothon reached for the rubber bands, and then got to work, doing as Ben had instructed him to do. Mindless busy work made for wonderful distractions, too.

//So, what're we going to launch?//

"Paperclips?" Ben suggested. "Wads of paper? Little bitty rocks?"

//Eraser pieces,// Jono contributed. //Spitballs, perhaps, if yer not adverse to bein' the one to make them.//

See? There was yet another downside to having no mouth. A sacred high-school tradition was completely lost to him, now.

Ben wrinkled up his nose in a way unbefitting a fifteen year old boy. "Biological warfare?"

Which was a reply that Jono had not been expecting, and it earned a wrinkled nose in response as he replied, somewhat incredulously, //Only if yer spit's got venom in it, mate. Or yer diseased and it happens to be highly contagious.//

"But that's gross," Ben said.

It was a little obvious that Ben had not spent much time with his own age group, huh?

Just a little bit. Jono wasn't going to hold it against Ben, though.

//And that,// he said, //is the entire point. Yer've never actually heard of a spitball before, have yer?//

Poor Ben. Jono would absolutely explain, if he felt the need.

Ben's cheeks flushed to try to match his hair. "That obvious, huh?"

//Yer not exactly from around here,// Jono pointed out, a smirk apparent in his eyes. //I'll try not to hold that against yer.//

"I appreciate it," Ben said with a tiny smile.

//Thought yer might,// Jono mused, and then he picked up a sheet of paper and tore a corner off, rolling it into a tiny ball between his fingertips. //They're fairly common in most Earth schools,// he added. //Chew on a piece of paper for a while, pull the insides out of a pen or use a drinking straw, and blow-dart it at somebody yer don't particularly like.//

Or at the ceiling. It was fun when you got it to stick up there!

//Serves no purpose whatsoever except to be disgusting and bloody annoying, really.//

"Ew," Ben said. Eloquently.

//Exactly!// Jono's voice almost held some vague note of triumph in there, somewhere. //Maybe next class, I'll teach yer how to make chuffing noises in yer armpits, mate.//

"...why would you possibly need to know how to do that?" Ben asked.

//Yer wouldn't,// Jono explained, //and that's the entire beauty of it.//

Never let it be said that Jonothon wasn't a collector of as many useless talents as he could possibly learn. He actually had armpits to make those noises with, and so he was going to bloody well do so.

"I know how to sing after inhaling helium," Ben offered.

It was a start!

//Well, there's a good one, then. Videogames are another, and maybe the ability to make funny shapes with yer tongue. At least, I haven't ever seen any use for a talent like that one, yet...//

Outside of the bedroom.

And Ben would never think of that use on his own.

"I can touch my nose with my tongue!"

Jono couldn't do that one, even when he'd had a tongue.

//There's a good one! Or making 'pop' sounds by pulling yer thumb against yer cheek. Which is really only good if yer singing songs about lollipops.//

Ben blushed hard. "I don't like songs about lollipops."

Someone's Shirley Temple-related gremlin bite still haunted him.

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