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.

Comments

Re: Talk to Jono!

[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

"Yes," John said, simply, with a smile that said everything, really: exasperation and fondness and irritation and the whole lot. "It's especially annoying when he forgets to eat. But-- well. That's hardly important."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//No, I suppose not.// Jono held his hand out for his phone back, raising an eyebrow. //So, that's it, then? He's done his damage, he's found something else that's shiny to move on to and poke at, that's that until the next time he needs to look something up?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

John slapped Jono's phone back into his palm. "Yes," he said, infusing the word with some dry humor. "And I go back to convincing him it's a bad idea to break into a Baltimore police station simply to get a look at their cold cases."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Well, best of luck then,// Jono replied, glancing down at his phone for a moment before pocketing it again. //I suppose you'll be in need of it.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

"I manage," John said, mouth setting into something amused and self-deprecating. "Have a nice day."

And with that, he began to walk towards the door once more.