Library, [11/17]

[furnaceface]

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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Re: Talk to Jono!

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//I haven't met him,// Jono shared. Which was probably for the best, because he suspected that Mason would probably drive him up a wall, somehow. //How do I remind you of him?//

It was the accent, wasn't it? It had to be the accent.

Re: Talk to Jono!

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"He's ... Brittier-than-thou," she said. "Died in the 60s chasing the ultimate high. Lives for music. He calls me his Georgie-girl, and pronounces 'girl' like you do."

She leaned against the counter, careful not to do any ball-smashing this time. Success. "But if you have Union Jack underwear, I don't want to know about it."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

...

//I'll make a point to keep all of my underthings to myself, gel.//

There he went again, being all Britty. Was that even a word? He was fairly certain that it wasn't.