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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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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?"

//Somewhat, I suppose.//

Jono had managed to amass good karma by murdering an onion. Who knew?

"Just sooooomewhat?" asked Ariel, in a lifting tone that suggested she wasn't going to take somewhat as an answer.

//Yes,// Jono replied, stubborn as always. //A little.//

He wasn't going to win this one, and he knew it. But damn it, he had to at least try.

"A liiiiiittle?"

Hey, Ariel was stubborn in her own way, too, Grumpypants.

//Tiny bit. Not much at all.//

... And now he was having fun with it. Grumpily. So sue him.

"Not even just a little itty bitty tiny bit more than a tiny bit?" asked Ariel, who had to fight through giggles and an urge to roll a bit on the counter to look extra cute and convincing.

She was probably more cute and convincing as a girl, sadly. Jono really didn't see much in boys. Except, of course, for the fact that they were boys.

//... Perhaps just a smidgen more than that.//

Ariel was experiencing a moment where she was actually forgetting she was male at all.

"How about just a mite above a smidgen?"

Jono cocked his head to the side a little, looking up at the ceiling from the corner of his eye as he thought that one over.

//Only a mite? I think I can handle a mite above a smidgen. Possibly even a tad, if it boils down to it.//

"A tad?" asked Ariel, brows lifting, impressed. "Really? Do you think you could even go an iota over, or is that pushing it too far?"

//And iota is definitely pushing it,// Jono agreed. //I won't go a jot above a whit, and that's my final offer.//

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