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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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//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.

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