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Library [09/12]

Today was a tired day in the library for Jono. He'd made what in retrospect he could only call a ridiculously stupid purchase yesterday, but it had been a very pretty ridiculously stupid purchase, and so he'd been up half the night with headphones plugged into his amp, trying to decide which of his guitars had a better sound to it.

The jury was still out on that one.

As a result, today was going to be a particularly lazy day. Jonothon got most of the returned books reshelved, and even managed to tame some of the clutter that had managed to accumulate on the desk. Beyond that? Jono's attitude toward the universe at large was going to be a whole world of, 'Meh.'

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For those of you who want to get much of anything accomplished today, this might actually be your better bet.

For those of you who swing by the library in the name of a social life. Or out of morbid curiosity. Or whatever it is that you do.

Silly people.

It was early in the afternoon by the time Faramir made it to the library this time. He was carrying a bunch of notes under his arm this time, so it appeared that Jono would have his work cut out for him today.

"Good day, Jonothon," he greeted once he located the library aide.

And here Jono had been under the mistaken impression that he could get away with slacking off all day. Silly Jonothon!

//Faramir,// he greeted, glancing up from the whole lot of nothing that he was poking at. //I take it yer studies are going well?//

"My studies are going," he said, a note of amusement in his voice as it was better than letting himself get frustrated. "Whether they are going well, I find hard to judge. How have you been?"

//Busy,// came Jono's immediate reply, because in the grand scheme of things, it was far easier than actually paying too much attention to how he actually had been doing. The answer to that question tended to lean toward 'never quite as well as I ought to be.' //Well... not right now, obviously. But in general.//

Yes. That summarized that nicely, Jono.

Faramir studied him for a moment, but he did not press. "And here I am ready to make you be busy even now."

//More questions, is it?// Jono could live with questions. It would keep him busy, but it was the sort of busy that really didn't require much effort, so long as they were easy ones like, 'what is an airport.'

"Yes," Faramir nodded. "I have been attempting to read the information that was given to us in one of my classes." He grimaced a little. "It isn't as simple as it is when someone reads it out to you first."

That got a blink out of Jonothon. And then a small nod. Okay, this was definitely something that he could handle.

//You'd like me to go over yer notes with you, then?// His gaze shifted toward the armload of notes that Faramir had brought in. //I think I can handle that, mate. Which class is it for?//

"Macro-Tactics," Faramir replied as he put his notes down. "If you wouldn't mind? Obviously we cannot go over them all, but I would appreciate whatever help you are willing or able to invest."

Ah, that was the class with Kerrigan, wasn't it? Jono squinted a little at the notes that came to rest on his desk, and then took a moment's pause. There would have been a sigh, right about there, if lungs had been part of this equation.

//I don't mind, no. I don't have anything else to do, really. Are there any parts in particular that you need help with more than others?//

"I shall have to find some way to repay your kindness," Faramir told him, knowing that he was giving Jonothon a lot of work here.

"There's a few words that I can't quite seem to decipher correctly, and I've indicated a few passages that are giving me trouble," he said, shuffling through the notes.

Jono shook the offer for repayment off with a wave of his hand.

//This is part of my job, mate. Don't worry about payin' me back for it.//

And that was going to be that, if he had any say in the matter. He held out his hands for the notes, and after looking over them for a moment, he began to read.

Faramir did not argue with the reasoning, but that did not mean that he wasn't going to try to think of something eventually.

The spent a while talking, figuring everything out until Faramir thought that perhaps he might be overburdening Jonothon.

"Thank you," he said finally, piling up the notes again. "It does make more sense now. Perhaps I should suggest to the teacher to give you credit for this."

//That's... quite alright,// Jono replied, squinting one eye a little and reaching a hand up to toy awkwardly at the bandages along the back of his neck. //Anybody would've done the same, I think.//

... That, and Kerrigan kind of unnerved Jono, some. He could probably do just fine in life without the credit, really.

"Not anybody," Faramir shook his head. "Do not cut yourself. I am grateful for your assistance and hope that you have no yet grown weary of my many questions."

//Between th'two of us, mate? Th'questions are a bit refreshing. And really, going over yer notes this way means that I'm learning a little something, as well.//

And really, Jonothon would never complain about an opportunity like that.

"You are interested in tactics as well then?" Faramir asked instantly.

//To a point,// Jono admitted. //I have no interest in leading armies, mind. But you never really know when something like this might come in handy, either.//

Especially back where he was from. It wasn't an easy world for anybody who occasionally ran around in tights with an X on his belt.

"No, even if it would be preferable if one were never to need it," he said, somewhat wistful. "It has been an interesting class so far."

//Any time you find yer having difficulty with th'words, mate, feel free to look me up and I'll give you a hand with them,// Jono decided. //I've got no complaints about reading over things like that. Makes me feel useful, if nothing else.//

"And you have been very useful these past few weeks," Faramir said lightly, even as he understood how important it could be. "I hope I shall not make you regret your offer."

There was only so much reading of old paperwork that he could possibly stand before Genesis left his post, trusting that the cleaners were not entirely inept, and went looking for the local library.

The bookstore was all well and good but a search? Should always be started in a place meant for searching.

He paused for a moment, taking his bearings and studying the aide.

And the aide, who was so very hard at work, truly, was going to put down the magazine that he was leafing through and squint a bit at the man who was giving him the eye.

//See something interesting, mate?//

... Sorry, Genesis. Jono didn't take too terribly well to being studied while he was at work, lately.

The voice in his head was new and unusual and had the aide not been giving him a dirty look Genesis might have entertained the notion that he was hearing things.

But no, that look was quite eloquent.

"An aide with a magazine," he said flippantly and while he noted the bandages, the scars, Genesis was... not eager to get kicked out of a library.

A bar, he could and would do. But Genesis spent half his free time in libraries and reading. He could be--polite.

"Your pardon for taking a moment to study the library." That was... slightly snarky. Ah well.

Jonothon could deal with slightly snarky. If it was snark that was directed at him rather than about him, Jono could deal with it in spades.

//Well, then by all means, it's right that way.//

You know. Over there, where Jono was not.

//Or are you lost, as well?//

"Do you treat all visitors so?" he asked and that was an honest enough question.

It was good to know how your library operated.

"And since you asked," like Genesis wasn't going to take that opening, "I require to know where your plays are kept."

The find them for me was only thinly disguised.

//Only the ones who stare before speaking,// Jono replied, his tone about as polite as he could get it while still being brutally honest. There was a bit of backbone sneaking in. Easy enough, when there wasn't much left of you but your backbone, perhaps. //Yer looking for scripts, are you?//

He made a gesture then, a slight rise and fall of his shoulders that could have been a sigh, were he able to do so.

//They're in th'script section.//

Helpful, Jonothon.

"Be a useful aide," Genesis said, "and kindly show me where that would be."

So kind he was. So tolerant.

"I hear tell that it's rude to interrupt someone while busy--perhaps I was waiting until you'd ceased reading to speak up."

He hadn't been. But he hadn't stared for all that long either.

Jono narrowed his eyes slightly at that, but he was pulling himself to his feet regardless. He didn't like this bloke, not really. There was something about his attitude and his perfectly styled hair and his fancy red leather jacket that rubbed him raw in all of the wrong ways. But the more time they spent right here and arguing, the more time Jono was going to have to put up with it as well.

//This way, then,// he replied, his words about as clipped as any that Rosalind had ever used on him, as he turned and made his way toward the stacks. //We'll see if th'library is in th'mood to let us find them today or not.//

"Moods?" Genesis asked, following the rude boy with amusement in his eyes. "Yours, perhaps?"

He would not put it past this aide, this grumpy touchy aide, to mislead him deliberately.

Oh, Genesis. Now you were going to have to deal with Jonothon stopping in his tracks, turning on his heel, and sticking a finger in your face.

//Now you listen to me, mate,// he scathed, //I'll be th'first to admit that I'm not th'most pleasant bloke on the island. You get off to a bad start with me, and it'll stay that way if I feel like I'm being patronized. But you want scripts, and you'll get scripts, and I'm not going to lead you on a wild bloody goose chase lookin' for them just because I don't like yer stupid coat.//

Easy now.

//I'm in a mood, I won't deny it. But it's th'library's mood that comes first and foremost. If I don't lead you straight to yer bloody plays, then that's because they've moved.//

"Are you quite finished?" Genesis drawled sharply, his smile edged and trending just a little on the vicious side. "If a simple stare a few seconds long discomfits you so very much that you descend to insulting other peoples wardrobes, perhaps you ought to hide under a blanket and never come out."

"Especially," he added insultingly, "as from my question most would assume I am new to the island. Which is, in fact, true."

And thus he couldn't be expected to know that a library had moods.

Glower, Jonothon. Glower and simmer and seethe. But don't go shooting off on another tirade just yet. This man was a bloody annoying git, but he did have a point.

He lowered his finger, kept his eyes narrowed, and then shoved his hands into his pockets.

//Keep yer questions to ones related to th'library, then, and we'll get along nicely enough.//

Which was to say, Jono wouldn't try to punch him in the gob.

//This way.//

"So far," he couldn't help but note, "all of my questions have been related to the library."

Because that was going to help things. Really. Angeal would be so disappointed in him. But the aide had started it.

And Genesis finished things.

Hey, now! Jonothon would be fully capable of finishing things on his own if only he could pull himself out of the snit that he'd found himself in. It didn't have to be logical. It just was.

And, as it stood, he was doing another face-heel-turn around this one shelf, and stopping and giving the next shelf a critical eye, as though daring it to be anything but the scripts that they were looking for.

//Plays,// he announced. //Now, is there anything else you need help finding?//

"For the moment," Genesis allowed, "this is sufficient."

That was maybe even a thanks if you squinted really hard and tilted your head a hundred and eighty degrees and ignored the way disdain dripped off of his words and--

Okay. It wasn't a thanks.

It was, however, an excuse for the aide to escape. Genesis would bother him later, should he be bored.

Should he ping in, naturally.

Back in his office, Henry was on Professor Holmes watch in between busts of actual work.

Guys, guuuuys, guys! I'm playing POKEMON. Aren't I awesome?

... I share because my Butterfree, Jono, has just hit level 42. So sue me.

Beautifly is totes cuter than Butterfree zomg.

And I still remember crying over the episode where Butterfree left Ash. kdlfjakljla.

/dorks at

BUTTERFREE FOREVER. Wurmples annoy me. *nodnod*

... And I maybe cried a bit over that episode, too.

/co-dorks

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