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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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That might have had a little to do it, but Ariel was going to place her money on Jono's winning, cheerful personality.

She smiled happily now that they were back on a more comfortable footing that matched her stride and said brightly, "They do seem really good about things in general. I mean, here's a day when most of us are completely different genders and there was only minute screaming this morning, you know?"

//Mm, yes. I only had a little headache by th'time all of th'blokes were finished shrieking with female lungs,// he mused.

... The girls, meanwhile, had seemed to take it comparatively well. Mostly. Kind of. Maybe they were just less painful to listen to.

//I think Fandom is just starting to dull us all to the exceptionally weird.//

"It is a fair point to say that, with everything that does go around here, certain things don't really seem as big of a deal," said Ariel, completely ignoring how this could possibly apply to her at all.

Hey, it had taken Jono over a year to get to where he was now. And he was still half petrified to just tell people flat-out that he was a mutant. Even while guys like Kurt were running around with blue fur and so on.

//I suppose it doesn't make much sense to spend all yer time worrying about th'little things, when there are things from time to time that sit waiting around corners with an easy meal in mind.//

Oh, Kurt and his blue fur...

Shh. Ariel might have had a thing...

"Or randomly distributed gender switches..."

//Or chocolate rain.//

Chocolate, Fandom had taught Jono, was bad on leathers.

"Ooh! Or very nice unicorns and not-so-nice onions!"

And, yes, that inspired a giggle, or as close as Ariel could get.

//I still don't regret lighting those onions on fire,// Jono grumped, managing to survive Ariel's giggle with his sanity more or less intact. They'd been asking for it.

"And I'm still going to go ahead and pretend that you didn't light it on fire," said Ariel, "and be convinced that you were really just trying to cook it and failed miserably."

//Well, I wasn't going to eat it,// Jono noted. Because he couldn't eat it. Which was something that the bloody onion had been mocking him about, for that matter. //If it can talk to me, it's probably not for eating.//

"Hey," said Ariel, holding up a finger, "I'm supposed to the one randomly pulling out logic to debunk things you say."

Which, of course, meant he won this time.

Jono was going to savour this victory. He didn't win often, after all.

//Maybe next time, Sunshine. I'll try not to lord this over you too much, in th'future.//

"Those onions are going to probably be my downfall every time, aren't they?"

She still thought it was mean of him to burn them. And she usually liked burning things, too.

"Although, really, if you wouldn't eat them because they talked, doesn't it seem off that you'd still burn one slowly to death?"

They'd been saying nasty things to his roommate. He could tolerate what they had to say to him, but when they started picking on George, that had been a bit of a snapping point.

//Quickly to death,// he corrected, because that made all of the different. //You could... call it a bit of a flash-fire.//

From his face. He'd snapped. It was a miracle the dorms were still standing, really.

"...Yeah, definitely going to be my downfall every time," Ariel sighed. "I can just tell."

//At least I didn't pull out a kitchen knife and slowly chop them to death like th'radio was saying other people had done,// Jono offered. Because clearly, reducing them to cinders in seconds flat had been the kinder, more humane option.

"You have a point there," Ariel allowed.

Paused.

"I just threw mine out the window, so..."

...

Jono was going to just take this opportunity to bury his face in his hand and feel like a complete arse now. Please hold.

//Bloody hell.//

"...what?"

//They were sitting right next to th'window.//

Oh, god. He felt guilty over onions.

"Oh, no," Ariel said, hands going to her mouth because she wasn't laughing, really. Honestly. "Burning them is good, though! Remember! Quick fire! No slow painful chopping!"

//They were asking for it,// Jono grumped, crossing his arms over his chest and being generally cranky now, mostly at himself.

They had been asking for it. Literally, yes.

//This naffin' island.//

"I don't suppose mentioning the unicorns would help any," Ariel said, "but just look at yourself! You're still you today! That counts for something, right?"

//Yes, I supppose. I didn't spend this morning freaking out and trying to find clothing that fits, at least.//

He really didn't envy the rest of the island that particular experience.

"See?" said Ariel hopefully. "It all evens out?"

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