Library [08/29]

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had been in desperate need of the familiar today, and waking up this morning to realize that the person who was sleeping in Jak's bed was most definitely not Jak had been jolt enough to spur him into actually getting to his feet of his own accord, pulling on his cleanest dirty clothing, and making his way down to the library today for his shift.

That he was now moving through the stacks like a man possessed, looking over the course calendar for the semester and setting out displays of books that he thought other students might find topical to each and every class... That was something else. Now that he'd immersed himself in the familiar, he was hell-bent on not letting himself think too hard about why he'd needed it so badly.

The library was open, and was possibly almost too ready to face students new and old.

[The library, it is open.]

Comments

Re: Talk to Jono!

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

"You work here." Henry's jaw was all but grinding. Jono had touched a hot button in a guy who'd spent 35 years being poked and prodded over his own mutation, and his voice had a bit of a growl in it.

"Your job is to direct people to books. Shelve things. All of that. It is not to have teachers play guessing games with you, and if one tries it because of how you look and talk, send them the hell back to my office. All right?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon nodded a little, still not quite looking up yet.

//S'just been a rotten week,// he said, quietly. //I think I just need to...// To wince. Yes. To wince and not have any idea what it was that he needed to do. //I'll be better next shift.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

"If you aren't, don't worry about it," Henry said. "Everybody gets a couple bad weeks. Just..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Just take care of yourself."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Thank you,// Jono mumbled, staring at the top of the desk for a moment more before finally pulling himself to his feet. //I'll... text or something if I can't make it next Sunday.//

He lingered there for a moment more, and then he muttered another bit of thanks, far quieter than the one before it, and turned and made his way swiftly for the door.