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Library [07-11]

Today was a turtleneck day, for Jono. It was a turtleneck and jeans day for Jono. And tomorrow would probably be the same, and maybe even the day after. Just so long as he could spend a few healthy days with a little bit of distance from anything that would remind him of wet leather.

He'd get over the fact that turtlenecks looked more than a little stupid when rolled clear up over one's nose. Sometimes, you just had to look stupid in order to not look terrifying.

His wardrobe choices for the day having been justified, he was going to settle down, reach for the first book he could see that hadn't been re-shelved, and he was going to read. It was Sunday. He was allowed to be a little lazy, at least for a little while, considering he was the aide who tended to work through his lunch breaks, without fail.

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Who doesn't look as stupid as he feels, honestly. But he'll argue that point. Relentlessly.

He was always lazy on Sundays. Rosalind was mildly surprised that he kept showing up to work.

"What," she asked, leaning over to see if she could figure out what he was reading. "Could be more important than working while at work?"

Not that she'd believe him.

//Learning,// Jono replied simply, glancing up from the book. //About...//

He glanced at the cover for a moment, and then held it up for her to see. //Birds of the East Coast, apparently.//

Could she tell he hadn't been paying too much attention?

//I'll make it up through lunch. I'm still waking up, at th'moment.//

"You cannot be serious," Rosalind said, leaning against the desk. "It's far too late for that."

It wasn't unless you were Rosalind or someone else with a schedule that meant waking up every day ridiculously early.

Jono gave her a look over the top of the book.

//I'd hate to think about what you consider waking up early,// he decided.

"Because you're lazy?" she asked archly.

//I have problems sleeping,// Jono scoffed, looking at the book for a moment more, and then shutting it and setting it down on top of the pile. //Not quite th'same thing.//

He was occasionally inclined to laziness, too, yes.

//I'm also holding down two jobs, and I do manage to get my work done every day before my shift is through. Not to mention being TA in Loki's class, and keepin' my marks up otherwise. I think perhaps yer just not payin' close enough attention to my working habits.//

Her lips quirked.

"Are you telling me I should stalk you to learn your habits? That would cause a great many difficulties that I am not inclined to deal with."

//Oh, nono. You've got my habits all figured out, luv. I wouldn't think for even a moment that you might need to spend more time getting a handle on how I work.//

He rolled his eyes.

//Wake up, head to th'library. If I'm bleeding, stand in th'rain on the way, just to complicate matters. Nap as soon as I've made it through the door. Procrastinate on whatever work there is laid out for me in th'day. Whine incessantly about my wardrobe. You know, daily essentials.//

"Sounds like you," she said, smirking. "Nice to see you don't have any illusions about yourself."

A pause.

"Nice to see you got your shoulder looked after as well."

//It was only going to get worse,// Jono allowed. //Ino was good about it.//

About everything that had been keeping him out of the clinic, actually. That had worked out nicely.

She filed that away--it was good to know.

"Your coat was a loss?"

//I'll get good bandages out of it,// Jono replied, shrugging. Both shoulders, and that felt glorious. //For th'time being, at least I've got these.//

He gave a little tug at the bottom corner of the shirt he was wearing. It wasn't his first choice by a long shot, but at least it was something.

//It was a good coat, though.//

"Did it have a name?" she mocked lightly, tossing a glance his way. "Good coats can be replaced."

//It followed me to America from London,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes again. There would be a lot of that today. //Not much did.//

And yes, he was more upset about the coat than he had been about his shoulder.

Ah.

"I should not accuse you of vanity?" Rosalind felt sympathetic and yet... not. "It will live on in your memories."

And now you're just being mean, Rosalind.

Mean? Jono really couldn't tell.

Really.

//I suppose I ought to have a proper burial for what's left after I recycle the leather?//

He could picture it now. Bugles, that he wouldn't be playing. Somebody dressed in all black. Goodness knew that somebody wouldn't be him, because he was cutting his black clothing into new bandages at an alarming rate.

She pressed her lips together in an attempt to not laugh.

"If you feel it necessary."

//We'll see,// Jono decided, shrugging again.

Ah, shrugging.

//I suppose affording a new one shouldn't be too much of a problem, at least.//

Going to get it would still be. But he could certainly pay for one.

"For a jacket," she said, "they will take your measurements in what you're wearing now."

No need to strip.

"As for covering your mouth... you are a teenager. You are meant to be unusual in the eyes of adults. If you need someone to speak for you, well, I have already said I would go."

//Oh, good,// Jono replied. //God knows I'm horrible at pretending I know sign language.//

No, really. He'd be doomed if he was ever faced with a person who did know it. They'd ask him why he was flapping his hands about, saying complete gibberish with the occasional mention of burritos.

Her lips quirked.

"Perhaps you ought to learn it," she noted. "To make things simpler."

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