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Library [08/22]

Jonothon had been... a little lax on his library duties over the summer, he realized. He'd missed a couple of shifts here and there (the fact that Silent Hill was a factor in this meant little to him, no), and today he was looking to make up for lost time with a bit of a vengeance. By noon, he'd managed to shelve the books on the cart, and as the day pressed on, he was going to even pull out a rag and start dusting things.

Because he could, damn it. It didn't matter that it was technically break week, now. He had a bloody job to do.

Ah, productivity.

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//Perhaps not,// he replied, taking this opportunity to glower right back. //But I am governed by them.//

Much as he hated it.

"Even so," she answered, "there is no need to have nothing of yourself in your life."

//I have a girlfriend, I play guitar, I work in both a library and in th'music shop in town. I think it's fairly safe to say that I still have a bit of myself in my life, luv.//

Jono was now reaching for a rag and making a point to dust things. Dusting things, go! He was being all... useful.

//Just... Not as much I'd like, perhaps, when I'm trying to sleep.//

"That's depressing," Rosalind replied.

Because that was oh so helpful, Rosalind.

Rosalind, meet Jonothon's most biting deadpan stare.

//That would explain a fair bit, wouldn't it.//

Really, he'd never noticed.

She gave him a stare of her own back. Hers was more on the impassive side of things.

Then she set the faerie book on the desk and shoved it over to him.

"I read it."

Because there was nothing to be said about his issues right now.

Silence, then, from Jonothon, as he directed his gaze toward the book. Ah, abrupt switching of mental gears. He could handle that well enough.

//And how did you find it?//

Horrible, he wagered.

Rosalind arched her eyebrows.

"A sad and pathetic attempt at literature over all though there are the bones of an interesting story underneath it."

//Oh, excellent,// Jono replied, almost pleasantly again. //Now I know not to read it, myself.//

A pause. And what was very nearly a devilish smile.

//There's a sequel, you know.//

"You cannot be serious."

Even though the book itself had made it clear that there was.

//Or I could be, and it could be sitting on th'shelf right next to where this one goes.// Jono raised an eyebrow, daring her to tell him otherwise, while he went through the motions of filing the book as 'returned.' //And I might just be turning to head down that particular aisle in order to get it, now.//

He was such a helpful library aide!

He was such an irritating aide!

"And you expect me to read it?"

//Well, it would be a shame to start a series and then leave it unfinished,// Jono pointed out. Because he was a shit disturber.

"I just told you I didn't really like the first book," she reminded him. Like he'd forgotten.

//Actually,// Jono mused, //you said that it was sad and pathetic. And then you said that there were 'th'bones of an interesting story underneath it.'//

And then he was on his way down the aisle, and no force under Heaven was going to stop him now.

"And how," she called after him, refusing to move. "Do you expect to make me read it?"

Jono's hand, holding the sequel, was what waved out from among the stacks first, followed shortly afterwards by the rest of Jonothon.

//What, you aren't curious to find out if the author improved any?//

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Yes, she was.

She wanted to see if that potential in the first book had been realized in the second. That sort of thing interested Rosalind.

"I think," she said, very dryly, "that if you want me to read the second, that you should read the first."

They could be reading buddies. Only not.

//Should I?// Yes, that was one of Jonothon's ever-expressive eyebrows twitching upwards, there. //You suppose I look like th'sort of bloke who enjoys reading about fairy princesses, then?//

Honestly, now.

"I don't recall being the sort of girl who enjoyed that sort of thing either," she said, smirking a bit. "Fair's fair."

Jono eyed her for a long, long moment.

And then with a shrug, he disappeared back into the stacks.

He was a lot of things, yes. But the sort of person who backed down from a challenge like that?

Her lips twisted and she wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or not at the fact that he took it up.

Rosalind waited, looking bored when really she was amused.

And, a few moments later, out Jono came with the book tucked under one arm.

Carefully, so the sparkly bits with the fairy on them weren't in plain sight, yes.

//A deal's a deal, then?//

Really, he'd read it just to laugh at it.

"We're both going to regret it," she said, after a glance to determine if that was the right book. "But deal."

//If we can't handle it, then the books are much, much worse than I'd thought they would be when I grabbed th'first and handed it to you,// Jono decided.

... Which was something shy of admitting that he had known it would be horrid right from the start, yes.

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