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Library [03/07]

It was just another day in the library, damn it.

Jono had heard the radio last night, yes, and he was well aware that the entire island had gone absolutely barking mad, but, come hell or high water, he was going to do his best to make certain that today was just another day in the library, damn it.

... Mostly, this involved playing Farmville.

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"She was that girl, you know?"

You know. That girl. That you hung around with, and that could maybe possibly become your girl, except she wasn't your girl yet, and then weird shit happened with portals and metal creatures and stuff.

That girl.

"I found her, and, uh. It turns out she's working as a mechanic now. She has her own racing team."

Jono had a That Girl once, himself. And so he could pretty much relate, yes.

This sounded like it was leading into one of those conversations that guys had when they were trying not to admit that they had messy things like feelings and warm squishy bits underneath their rough, manly exteriors.

This meant that he was going to shift his seat away from the computer altogether in a completely manly sort of way, and then cross his arms over his chest. See, Jak now had his undivided attention for whatever completely manly topic they happened to touch on.

//I know th'type.// And how. //Sounds like she's gone and made a bit of a life for herself, then?//

The 'without you in it' was an undertone that he didn't need to say aloud. He knew how that one worked, too.

"I guess."

Jak shrugged, leaned back against the desk, and then shrugged again for good measure (smooth). "She's having trouble dealing with all the changes." You know. The length of Jak's hair, Jak's choice in friends, Jak's newfound ability to turn into a raving angry berserker on a whim...

"So that was awkward."

//Between you and me, mate, I think it must be an ex-gel thing. They don't like change. Thinks it ruins everything. Even when it isn't yer naffin' fault in th'first place.//

Which didn't make it any less awkward. Because That Girl always seemed to know exactly how to drive the blade in deeply.

... Or the hands with mouths in them, depending on the situation.

Yeah, see, that. "I hear you," said Jak, who definitely did. Hear him. "And then they keep talking to you like it's the way it used to be, like it's just going to snap back."

Keira hadn't quite advanced to the stabbing-him-in-the-back part, yet. Mostly because Jak didn't know about her and Erol yet. "Yeah, ex-girlfriends are weird." Sort-of ex-girlfriends, in one case, really ex-girlfriends in the other, you know, weird.

//Like if everything went and turned around on its head all at once, then there ain't nobody to blame for it but yer, because they stayed th'same.//

Yep.

... Yep.

//Mine up and informed me of th'same over spring break, actually.//

See? Commiseration over insane females from times long past. Totally manly.

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"Rough times," Jak said, not without sympathy, and put his back further into his lean. "Did she get all high and mighty on you?"

//More or less,// he agreed, giving his shoulders a shrug. And then, yes, another one for good measure. //I changed, it ruined everything, we had a dream growin' up in London. All of that.//

Also, she'd tried to eat him.

Shrugging was what these exchanges were all about.

"Yeah, you have to love it when they do that," Jak said, philosophically. "She complained I'd changed and the whole place was creepy." Yep. "I don't know how that's my fault or my problem."

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//It's about as much yer fault as it's my fault that Gayle won't ever have a rockstar for a boyfriend,// Jono replied. //They want somebody t'pin th'blame on. Never occurs to them that maybe, just maybe, there in't anybody t'blame. It's just life. But yer can't yell at life. It never apologizes for what it does.//

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"Exactly."

Jak knew he could rely on Jono to get it. See? That was the whole problem, right there. He nodded along.

"It doesn't apologize, and it doesn't bend back into the right shape." Which was a lesson both of his sort-of ex-girlfriends should learn. Seriously. He made a gesture at his head, clearly representing insanity. "But no, that's too hard to get."

//Requires admitting that not everything can have a happy ending.// Jono shook his head. //And in fairy tale romances like th'ones they wished on a bloody star for, there's got t'be a bad guy. I don't think life is what they had in mind. Doesn't sit out and just plot things like a person could.//

Said the guy who was currently dating the anthropomorphic personification of Death, yes.

//There's got t'be a real, tangible scapegoat. So Prince Charming takes up a new role. Even if he didn't choose the outcome.//

"And it always comes back around to us," Jak muttered.

It wasn't sulking. Or brooding. Or anything like that. He had a right to be angry, dammit. They both did. They had a right to--

"We should go find a bar tonight," he decided. He could grab a beer, Jono could attack the jukebox...

//On th'mainland? Get th'hell away from all this insanity for an evening?//

You never knew who you might run into around here while you were busy coping with the aftermath of girls and life. A quick jaunt out to the mainland, one that wasn't his reality or Jak's, seemed far safer.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Jak idly pushed away from the counter. "Causeway, eight."

//Causeway,// Jono confirmed with a nod of his head. Manly. Of course. //Eight, mate.//

"Cool," Jak said, inclining his head at Jono in... kind of a goodbye. Or something. "I'm going to go make sure none of the crazies takes the roof down."

//Right, then. And I'm going to-// Brush his Farmville reindeer. //-Get back t'work. See yer later, Jak.//

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