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Library [01-31]

Ugh.

A whole lot of ugh.

Jono wasn't being particularly productive today, no. Mostly because, in spite of his best efforts (he'd even hopped into the shower back at the dorms, clothing and all), he still reeked of fudge. His turtleneck had fortunately been black to start with, so he didn't have to worry about it staining, but yesterday's adventure in the dunk tank meant that his eyes were now open to his desperate need to expand his wardrobe.

And so he'd brought a bedsheet with him to cut into strips once his actual duties around here were finished.

... Look, have you ever tried to find enough leather to wrap yourself from waist to nostrils with? It was both decidedly not easy, and decidedly not cheap. He'd make do with dark cotton until something better came around.

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The books more or less in their rightful places, Jono is now busting out the scissors and the bedsheet.

Yes, he realizes how completely ridiculous this whole bedsheet thing seems.

It was at this time that a rather grumpy Layla showed up in the library carrying a bag. She plopped the bag down in front of Jono rather unceremoniously. "Here," she said. "You'll have better luck with this."

Bag. Layla. Layla. Bag.

Jono raised an eyebrow at her, setting the scissors down on the desk and shoving the bedsheet out of the way before beginning to rummage.

//Bit of a bad day, luv?//

"Something like that."

Inside the bag he'd find all the nice leather he'd need to wrap up that fiery chest of his.

"I'm just in a mood. That should be enough to take care of you, right?"

His eyebrows raised a little as he looked over the contents of the bag, clearly impressed. And flattered. And grateful. Mostly grateful, actually. Bedsheet couture was not really Jono's thing at the best of times.

//This is plenty,// he agreed, nodding faintly. //Thank yer, gel. If there's anything I can do in turn...?//

"Just... I don't know," Layla said throwing her arms up in the air. "Just stay out hot fudge and for God's sake don't grow any wings."

Then she smacked herself on the forehead. Oops. Spoilers.

//Well, that's bloody specific, innit?//

Resist the siren call of the army of blue fairies made out of solid sound, Jono! Resist it!

//Little late for the fudge, mind. It's an experience I'm not planning on repeating, fortunately.//

Wings? Seriously?

"Forget I said anything," Layla groaned. "It's better off that way."

//Fair enough,// Jono sighed as he started pulling the length of leather bandages out of the bag. //Between yer and Deadpool, there won't be much in th'way of surprises, otherwise, I suppose.//

Wings and clown lips? What the hell, universe at large?

Layla froze for a second there, immediately becoming wary.

"Why?" she asked cautiously. "What did he tell you?"

//Some bloody nickname he's come up with for me, uses it on th'radio,// Jono replied, shrugging. //Keeps talking about clown lips.//

And Apocalypse. But then, that name was never much of a surprise, if you happened to be a Starsmore.

//He's Deadpool, luv. He'll go on about things that way. Whether or not they make sense is a different matter entirely.//

"Huh. I don't really listen to the radio because-"

Clown lips. Yep. Now she got it. And was laughing pretty hard now.

Then she immediately stopped as she realized that spoilers could be bad.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much."

Clown lips. Yep. Trying hard not to snicker.

This look? This would be Jono's 'I am very suspicious of what you both know that I do not' look.

It looked more or less like most of the looks that he usually gave people, actually.

//This means that yer not going to let me in on th'joke, then?//

Layla gave him a serious look.

"Okay. I'll tell you. But you can't let on that you know or you'll jeopardize the universe," Layla said seriously.

... Jeopardize the universe. Very good. Okay.

//I'm game,// he decided. Because... Honestly, now. What in the world could clown lips possibly have to do with the fate of the universe? That just seemed bloody silly, really.

"The week before you graduate? Zombie clown apocalypse."

Yes. She did say that with a straight face.

//Gobshite.//

... Honestly, now? Honestly? Jono couldn't tell if Layla was covering for something, pulling an answer out of her arse, or telling the honest-to-God truth. And that was going to hurt Jono's head.

//With little zombie poodles in tutus and party hats, too, I'd wager.//

At least it made for an interesting mental image.

Layla scowled at Jono. It was a pretty good scowl.

"You think I'm making this up?" she growled. "Don't be ridiculous."

... Somehow, a scowl from a girl who knew stuff managed to be at least a dozen times more terrifying than any scowl that Jono had ever mastered, bandages off or otherwise. And so he was putting his hands in the air, wide-eyed, and edging back a little.

//Right, right. Zombie clowns. I really ought to know better than to doubt yer. After all, in a place like this, it isn't terribly unlikely, either.//

"Good," Layla said letting up on the scowl. "Glad to hear it. And when the zombie clown apocalypse is upon us? Be ready. Tell no one."

//Trust me, yer don't have to worry about that, luv.//

Seriously. He doubted that he'd be able to speak a word of it to anybody without looking like an absolute git. And what were a few zombie clowns, anyhow?

... Aside from what was possibly the most disturbing mental image he'd ever had, of course.

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