Library [01-31]

[furnaceface]

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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Re: Afternoon

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

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

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

Re: Afternoon

[furnaceface]

... 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.//

Re: Afternoon

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Afternoon

[furnaceface]

//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.