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Library, [11/17]

Okay, so Jono was a little late getting himself into the library today for his shift, what with having to travel back from Vail and all, but he showed up as soon as possible, considering.

So soon, in fact, that he still had his bag of laundry and his guitar with him, both of which were sitting behind the desk while he set to work, re-shelving books and silently, very silently, chuckling to himself.

Once again, it looked as though he'd gotten off easy today, didn't it?

[Open library is just that! Open!]

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//Well, I'll have to try harder to convince you, then.// Jono shrugged. //Perhaps I would be easier to believe if I said that I was thankful that I didn't have to wake up to figure out how to wrap myself from nose to navel when I'm a completely different shape than usual, instead?//

Because that would be slightly awkward, with or without breasts.

"I don't know," said Ariel, eying Jono dubiously and very specifically in the face because picturing his scenario too vividly seemed to only be a path lined with trouble. "It could be interesting.

//... There's one word for it, I suppose.// Jono was now eyeing Ariel right back. //Are you just sore that the island left me alone, and not you?//

Because, really, Fandom did not want to suffer Jono's inevitable shriek if he woke up as a girl. It would give headaches in a terrible way.

And would probably still sound completely masculine.

Ariel's nose wrinkled slightly.

"Being a boy is strange."

That was all she was going to admit to. She was not going to go into any details at all. Partially because she didn't feel she'd need to and partially because there was the added factor of how having legs in the first place was still fairly new to her, much less having something constantly in between them.

//I'm sure there are worse things to be,// Jono replied, shrugging. Yes, he could imagine what line of thought her current logic was following. No, he really didn't want to elaborate on it, either. //Or, at least, stranger.//

He'd been quite alright with being a boy his entire life. Being on fire, however, was a different matter entirely.

//I'd tell you that you'll get used to it, but that would be assuming you were stuck that way long enough to have to. This sort of thing usually wears of before long.//

It made her feel like she may as well have stuck with the tail...

"It does? That's good, then. I'm sure I'd get used to it, like you said, but, yeah. Not only that, but I miss my hair. If it weren't for everyone else dealing with the same thing..."

Pause.

"Mostly everyone else dealing with the same thing," she corrected, "I'd be worried."

//Hair grows,// Jono offered. Because that was hugely helpful, right? //At this rate, I'm going to begin to feel almost left out.//

No, not really.

And she'd gotten all those cute dresses yesterday, too...

"We could get you a nice wig," Ariel offered with a grin, "maybe some mascara..."

//Mm, yes. And we can stuff a bra and I can stick that on, too.//

No. He wasn't going to. And his raised eyebrow hopefully conveyed as much.

//Long hair and eye makeup are only going to leave me looking like more of a goth than I already do, at any rate.//

"Mmm, good point," Ariel allowed. "We'll have to get you a pretty dress, then, too."

//That couldn't possibly end well. Dresses and leather wrappings don't generally go along with one another, luv.//

And he'd already made his stance on skirts clear at the glee club meeting!

Please, like that meant anything to Ariel.

"Not to a closed mind, perhaps! I swear, so stuck in a rut. There are so many things to explore; how can you be sure unless you gave it a try?"

//... I don't deal with drafts well?//

Now he was officially just trying entirely too hard. And he knew it.

He wouldn't be Jono if he didn't. It was why Ariel liked him as much as she did; he was a challenge.

"And you'll never deal with them well at all with that attitude."

//It's a matter of attitude now, is it?// Jono raised his eyebrows a bit at that, yes. //Lord, if somebody had told me sooner, I might've taken to running around topless in a pair of cutoff jeans.//

... Which would be a terrifying sight.

"I've got a pair," of course you did, Ariel, "if you want to borrow them."

And now Jono needed to take a moment, to kind of stare at Ariel with wide eyes.

//Trust me, luv. You don't want to see me in nothing but cutoffs.//

"You leave me to decide what I would or wouldn't want to see," Ariel said mischievously.

Of course, she might have been just saying that because she knew this was definitely not something Jono was likely to actually budge on.

And if it happened that he did? All the more fun.

Fun for people who did not mind the burning! So much burning!

//Really, you'd be surprised,// Jono replied, trying to keep his tone totally casual. Yep, compleeeeetely casual, that was Jonothon. And not kind of freaking out. Not even a little bit.

Honest.

The kind of casual that would not at all result in Ariel just looking at Jono with suspiciously raised eyebrows, right?

And here was Jono's best attempt at a completely casual fidget, right here. Wasn't it impressive?

//That one time, at th'campfire, that you saw me without these wrappings on? That was... a bit of a temporary thing,// he hedged. Totally casually.

The most casual ever.

There was a slight pause, those blue eyes probably doing nothing to help with any fidgeting that was not going on.

"Well, obviously it was," Ariel said carefully, "considering you started wearing them again..."

But, yeah, she was getting the idea that maybe it wasn't as simple as personal preference and being a stubborn mollusk about wearing them.

//They're bandages, luv. It isn't exactly a fashion statement.//

Oh, to hell with it. The fidgeting wasn't happening anymore, because he'd now crammed his hands into his jacket pockets, where fidgeting would at least not be so obvious.

Ariel blinked a few times, before her eyes started to wander back over the bandages. To be honest, she'd never really thought much about them at all, except as a fashion statement.

"You mean...?"

//You just... don't want me taking them off, luv. Trust me.//

My, but his toes were fascinating right about then.

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