Library [06/13]

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The books were more or less in a state of half-decent organization, with the exception of whatever happened to look interesting in the mechanics section, today. Pearl Jam was playing relatively quietly on the stereo, and the faint odour of burning sulphur drifted lazily throughout the library as today's library aide contented himself to sit at the desk and read.

Must be a Sunday.

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Mod Your Library!

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For those of you with delicate nostrils, perhaps.

Talk to Jono!

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Who has found himself a book about motorbikes, and might be contemplating attempting to build something not unlike one for himself, just to pass the time.

If it happened to work as well, he'd consider that a bonus.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

The library. She'd meant, a while ago, to come in and ask a few questions. That had gotten... sidetracked.

Poor form, Rosalind, she scolded herself, pausing in the doorway and taking a look around. It wasn't like her to slip up that way. Resolutely, she ignored all of the reasons she'd been sidetracked.

A boy, a... smell, and far too much noise for a library.

"I doubt the library is busy," she said levelly. "But I do believe the noise level is supposed to stay down."

A poor imitation of her usual snark, but he wouldn't know that. And she didn't look as if anything bothered her--painstakingly neatly put together. Hair in perfect order, suit neatly pressed, shoes shining even.

Appearances mattered.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jono, meanwhile, looked something like the sort of boy who tended to have difficulties keeping his feet off of the desk while reading. Which certainly carried over neatly into the slight upward twitch of his eyebrow while he set the book down on the counter and gave her a quick once-over.

//Sundays are usually our quiet day,// he replied, reaching to turn the music down slightly, //but really, Sunshine, if yer not a fan of music, all you had to do was ask.//

He could snark with the best of them, Rosalind. Brace yourself.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

She was giving him an appraising look right back. The smell was stronger here and she was relatively certain that it was coming from him.

Her distaste for that, however, was kept off her face. Even as her eyes narrowed at the sound of--the voice--and a chill went down her spine. There was a voice in her head. Fantastic. His mouth was covered but the words only made sense coming from him.

"I am no one's sunshine," she told him. "And that was asking."

Actually, that had been reminding him of his job.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

She was giving him that look. Jono hadn't been very obviously a mutant for very long, but he certainly had been one long enough to know that look when he saw it. And so he nodded, slowly and just once, and then he leaned back a little in his seat.

//Generally, when most people ask, Sunshine, they use words like 'would you,' and 'please.'//

He felt it was well within his rights to lecture her on manners if she felt it was well within hers to lecture him on music that had been turned on while the library was empty.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"You're certainly not garnering any inclination for me to attempt an apology," she said coolly.

Not that she thought it needed to be apologized for.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Yes, well, I'm hardly about to ask you to bend over so I can kiss yer arse, either, luv.// And there was the eyeroll. Really, it was mandatory right about now. //I'm a bit of a lousy snogger, at any rate.//

Still and all, he was going to be the bigger person here and he was going to turn off the music altogether, now. That was just how Jonothon rolled.

... He'd turn it up good and loud the moment it looked like she was absorbed in some book or other. That was also how Jonothon rolled.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Right. And that made him the bigger person.

"I was not asking you to," she said sharply. "All I said was that my understanding that a library was supposed to be quiet."

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//And now// Jono pointed out, //the only actual noise in this library just so happens to be you.//

Oh, he was totally the bigger person.

Height-wise, anyhow.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she said, very dryly. A flicker of amusement flashing across her face. "Because I'm the only one of us that can talk."

Oh, Rosalind.

It was hardly likely to amuse him though.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jono was not amused.

Jono was actually shooting to his feet, slamming his hands down, hard, on the desk that was situated between them, and levelling her with a look that demonstrated just how not amused he was, complete with smoke curling up from the edges of his bandages.

//Bloody funny, innit? If you want to point and laugh, gel, now's yer chance. It's not like I bite or anything, is it, now?//

He was shaking. How the hell did this girl manage to get under his skin so much to make him shake? A few deep breaths would help with that, but there were always the obvious technical difficulties to take into consideration, in that regard.

//Now.// Calm. Cool. Relax, Jono. //Do you want a book, or don't you?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[living_endless]

"I," Didi said, posing at the counter with her chin on both hands, "have not been to the library in too long. Hi."

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//And I,// Jono said, closing up his book and leaning over toward her with a smile in his eyes, //haven't seen you in far too long, at that. Hello, luv.//

He had to reach out and poke the end of her nose with one finger when she posed that way. She realized that, right?

Re: Talk to Jono!

[living_endless]

The nosepoke made her laugh and reach up to lightly swat his hand away.

"I know," she said. "I don't know why. It's not even like I'm doing anything more interesting than selling mangoes and arguing with my laundry, are you?"

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//Not particularly,// Jono admitted. //My bandages attempted to murder me in my sleep the other day, but that's about it.//

They didn't have much luck in their efforts to smother him, but they'd tried. Oh, they'd tried.

//I think this means that we're pretty much obligated to do something, doesn't it?//

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[living_endless]

"How'd you get away from them?" Didi asked. "Hmmm. Do I want to do something with my boyfriend ... I think I have to say yes."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//I didn't get away from them,// Jono replied. //I threw them into a basin of water, and then put them on, still wet.//

It had been... uncomfortable. There had been a lot of steam.

//Tonight? Tomorrow night? After work on Tuesday? Soon?//

Stop sounding desperate, Jono.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[living_endless]

"Like a steam bath?" Didi groused. Probably good for your skin ... she shook it off.

"And I am free anytime. If we do tomorrow, there's no chance either of us will get stuck in the shop." Because they both worked so hard. "Got something in mind?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

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//In mind? Not particularly,// Jono admitted. //Was there anything you had yer heart set on? Walk along th'beach? Taking in a film at th'cinema in town? There are swings at th'park...//

Ariel had actually managed to get him to swing, on said swings. He was never going to admit that he'd enjoyed doing so. So there.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[living_endless]

"In this weather?" Didi said. "Beach, definitely. How'd you find out the park has swings? That could be fun too."

Re: Talk to Jono!

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//I was just out walking,// Jono admitted. //I'm the only boy in my cabin and I needed to get out before I could get the urge to put ribbons in my hair or somesuch. And I noticed my little sibling this term was there.//

Swinging. Of course.

//I suppose here's where I admit that I don't actually have any swim gear t'my name anymore.//

Talk To The Librarian!

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Should he ping in, of course!

Re: Talk To The Librarian!

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry seemed to be in a good mood. There might have been some humming along to the music as he reshelved things, and he resisted the urge to inform Jono that Seattle sucked.

OOC!

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Laaaaaaazy daaaaaaaaaaay. *Snooze*