Library [09/19]

[furnaceface]

Today, Jonothon could already tell, was going to be one of those days in the library.

Not really a bad one, no. Just a weird one. And not in really big, terrible ways, either. Just in subtle, strange ones. Or, rather, one subtle, strange one in particular.

//I put you away. I've put you away twelve times. And I know we bloody well don't have that many copies of you.//

The book sat there, innocently. Watching. Waiting.

Jonothon shook his head and walked away. Ten minutes later, when he looked again, the book wasn't there. No, it was perched happily in his seat, instead.

//I hate you.//

The library is, of course, open.

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Re: Talk to Jono!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel knew she didn't have much time; she was on her way to her detention for stea--borrowing that carburetor with William, but she was in such a wonderful mood that she'd gone around all morning, humming and singing and dancing and somehow procuring a lot of pretty flowers. And she was passing by the library, so why not? Jono totally deserved a flower.

"Good morning, Jono!" She all but sang as she slipped in and found him, and then went to slide the flower behind his ear and give him a kiss on the sort-of cheek. "I hope you have a wonderful day! I'm off to detention now, bye!"

And, with that done, she turned around, singing and humming on her way out.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

... Well, that was terribly unexpected, right there.

Once he was finished with the initial bout of oh God lips too close to my face panic, Jono stared after Ariel as she flitted off once again, raising a hand and pulling the flower out from behind his ear to inspect it.

... What the hell had brought that on?