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Library [06/27]

There were some things that warranted Jonothon not necessarily focusing as thoroughly on his duty as Library Aide as perhaps he ought to.

England vs. Germany in the World Cup was, of course, one of those things. He'd even managed to figure out how to stream video on the internet for just such an occasion, and his eyes were glued to the screen.

... The sound was on mute, though. There was only so much vuvuzela he could possibly stand without blowing up the bloody computer.

[OCD is up, and the library is op-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!]

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If you can't get Jono's attention, this might be your safest bet.

Who is occasionally jumping to his feet and making gestures at the monitor. A bad start was no excuse to keep from getting excited, after all.

Who probably wouldn't care much for the vuvuzelas, either.

My England t-shirt is in the wash, so I'm just wearing my Team Canada hockey sweater from the Olympics again. Do not judge me.

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My lack of returning the vuvuzela favour is solely because I have no mouth with which to do so.

>:

It could always be worse.

We could be dealing with Nazi Bees instead of vuvuzelas?

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

That gif gives me so, so much joy. <3

No, he didn't. Henry was grateful that if Jono had to watch sports, he was doing it on mute.

It made it easier for him to hear his Patti Smith record.

"Don't kill your computer, Jono," Didi said teasingly as she approached the desk. "And hi."

//They bloody well ripped us off that goal,// Jono stated, waving his arms at the monitor as though that was going to somehow change the call. //Anybody can see that it went in! That's highway bloody robbery, that is!//

Welcome to 'Jono during the World Cup,' Didi.

Jono during the world cup got a look that suggested Didi thought he had just lost his mind.

"... Soccer is on," she guessed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "And England lost? And the ref sucks?"

//Football,// Jono corrected absently, sinking back down into his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. //And yes, the referee is a complete naffin' berk. We would've done better if they hadn't taken our second goal away from us like that. I can replay it for you, if you'd like?//

So that you could hear him start yelling at the computer again, Didi. Tread with caution.

"You can if you want," Didi said, walking around the counter so she could see the screen. "You don't mind explaining it to me, do you? I'm not really into sports."

She'd find the yelling kind of entertaining, even if it risked a headache.

Jono's eyes might have lit up a little was she made her way around to join him, yes.

//It's fairly straightforward,// he explained, scrolling the video back and clicking on the play button. //Unlike that American bastardization that stole its name.//

He tapped his finger against the monitor, pointing at the men in the red shirts, //England,// and then the white shirts, //Germany. They're trying to get th'ball into the other team's net, with their feet, of course.//

"I do know that much," Didi answered seriously. "And they can't use their hands, except the guy standing in the net, right?"

//Right,// Jono agreed, //but they're allowed to hit it off of other body parts. Their hips, their chest, their heads.//

So it was really more like everything-but-handsball. But footie just sounded better.

"Right," Didi repeated. "And England is usually pretty good at it, but the fates were against them this game?"

//And the referees,// Jono stressed, giving the monitor the stinkeye as Germany scored their first goal all over again. //And the organizers of the event, who don't believe in the technology to prove that the ball was in.//

It was! It had been! It was a conspiracy!

"You mean that instant replay stuff?" Didi asked. "I don't believe in it. I kind of like that everybody relies on human judgment."

... this was not an opinion she had ever subjected to much logic, no.

Jono was giving her the wide, incredulous eyes of a man whose team had just lost their shot at the World Cup because of one bad call and the crippling lack of confidence that followed shortly after.

//They judged wrong.//

She couldn't argue her point more when his eyes looked like that. It would be like arguing with a scrawny puppy. A scrawny puppy with wet fur.

"Evil bastards," she said smoothly. "Sorry. I hadn't thought about it much."

A scrawny shivering puppy with wet fur, who was whining, perhaps?

At any rate, he relented, slightly, at her apology.

//Well... Maybe they were at th'wrong angle or sommat...// He rubbed at the bandages along the back of his neck, awkwardly. //And it was only a little bit of th'way over the line. But it was over the line. We should have had it.//

And there was Germany's second goal, all over again. Jono gave the screen another sour look, just because he could.

There's a vuvuzela iPhone app.

You better believe I have it. XD XD XD

xD And now I am telling myself that there are better reasons to want to run out to buy an iPhone...

Like a scrawny, wet, shivering puppy who was stuck in a snowbank.

Didi made a soothing noise. "Bastards," she said. "How can I take your mind off of it?"

And now the scrawny, wet, shivering puppy in the snowbank was reaching for her hand with one of his. And for the mouse in order to turn the game off with the other.

//We should do something,// he decided. //Something that has absolutely nothing to do with footie. Unless you happened to want to play footie.//

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Didi said. "But I like the way you think. Got a specific something in mind? It's been a while since we went to a movie or a concert."

//Well, there is a cinema in town,// Jono noted. //Much easier to get to than making our way out to th'mainland. Unless there's an outdoor festival going on or some such thing. That might almost be worth it...//

And now he was overthinking this, yes.

"Mosquitos," Didi reminded him. Sure, she loved all forms of life, blah blah blah, but she made an exception for forms of life that wanted to make her itch herself to death. "I'd rather do the regular theater. The movies this summer look kind of bad, but that's fun too."

//Anything you can get away with throwing popcorn at, hm?// Jono could get behind that logic, absolutely. //There is that film about the toys, I suppose...//

Because it wasn't scary, and he knew how much she liked Disney, so...

Didi perked up instantly. "You don't mind a sobby girlfriend? 'Cause, from everything I've heard, that'll definitely make me cry."

//I'll bring tissues,// Jono replied, so very solemnly, honest.

Odds were, he'd be in need of one or two, himself.

Didi smiled. "Good. Wednesday?"

//Wednesday,// Jono agreed, smiling right on back. //It's a date, luv.//

[Night!]

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