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Library, [11/14]

Jonothon had kind of been expecting the weird mess of emotions to be faded or gone, by now. It had been nearly a week, after all, and it had taken him until Wednesday to give in to all of the psionic feedback from the rest of the island and let himself feel the same, but he had. And once he had, it was difficult to wrestle down again.

Everything seemed hotter than usual, so he'd left his jacket in his room today. And everything seemed far more constricting than usual, as well, so he'd worn one of his few pairs of blue jeans.

And now, he was doing one of the least sexy things he could possibly think of in order to keep busy in the library today. He was going through files, making certain that there weren't any books overdue. It was, after all, very difficult to be amorous when you were wrestling with a filing system.

If that didn't work, he'd go and straighten out the hunting magazines over in periodicals. Paper cuts and photos of dead animals also made it difficult to lapse into any sort of mood.

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//Oh, good to know that I've got somebody beat, then,// Jono teased, crossing his arms over his chest. //For a moment there, I was worried that I might be losing my touch.//

But in all fairness, he doubted that whoever this Sebastian chap was, he wasn't the sort to dance with Ariel as a reward for actually putting in some practise time.

Not willingly, anyway; Ariel had the advantage that Sebastian was small enough that he didn't have a choice.

"Perish the thought," she said with a giggle. "You're still as grumpypants as ever, don't worry."

//Oh, good,// he replied, shaking his head in amusement. //And I wasn't even trying, really.//

He'd kind of given up on trying. When he tried to be grumpy, more people tended to crowd on in to poke at the cranky mutant.

"You're just a natural," said Ariel, loftily lifting her chin as she sang the praises of his grumpiness, with the nature of someone truly reverent.

//Well, I do fancy myself a man of many talents...//

He shook his head a little, tucking the invitation away into the pocket of his jeans. //Some of them just come more naturally than others, I suppose.//

"Like your roguish good looks?" Ariel offered.

What? It just sort of...came out.

//Mm, from the nose up,// Jono replied, managing not to let his tone get as dry as it might, otherwise. //I certainly can't complain about all that much, I suppose.//

Actually, while he was wearing his wrappings, he wasn't half bad from the nose down, either. He'd been working with his powers just enough to be able to decently mimic the shape that his actual jawline used to hold, so long as it was all being held in. It didn't look quite so much like there were ragged strips of leather over a whole bunch of nothing at all, anymore.

"You do pretty well with what you got, anyway," Ariel offered, undeterred.

And deciding that there needed to be a hair ruffling at that point.

Oh, Ariel. It was going to be sticking up in all directions for the rest of the day, now.

Jono wrinkled his nose and tried to squirm away from that hair-ruffling, to little avail, and then gave his head a shake, floppy, tousled hair and all.

//When I don't end up looking like I've been caught in a tornado, you mean?//

"It's cute!" Ariel insisted, giggling as she surveyed Jono's attempts to muss up her handiwork with a critical eye. "Not so much tornado as, you know, just rolled out of bed."

Oh, dear, was that a quirked eyebrow?

//Oh, good. I've got that 'shagging in th'stacks' look, instead. Charming.//

... It kind of was. Not that he was going to hunt down a reflective surface to preen in front of, or anything.

"And have you?" asked Ariel, her voice verging on teasing conspiracy and a giggle.

//Oh, no, no, not in th'stacks,// Jonothon replied, bemused. //Th'last thing I need is some twisted notion that th'books are watching.//

This was Fandom. It could happen.

Not helping with the giggles, here, Jono.

"That's true," she admitted. "Not exactly the most private place. You'd have to go under the desk,or build a pillow fort or something."

Mmm. Pillow forts.

//A pillow fort, in th'library?// Jonothon squinted a little, and then shrugged. Why not? //Actually, that does have a bit of appeal about it. Though I doubt it'd stand up in th'face of... well...//

"You'd be surprised," Ariel informed him knowingly, when she wasn't able to breathe for the giggles. "But there is a problem of a lack of pillows, unless we went around and found and stripped any armchairs out there."

Jono's eyebrows made their way up underneath his hair.

//We?//

Not that he could deny that she was a very attractive person, and that he was probably putting too much stock into her vernacular at the moment...

He was going to reach for another one of those magazines, so that he could properly sort it. Yes.

If Ariel's brain hadn't actually gone there yet, it now most certainly was. At least she had the decency to blush.

"Well," she offered in an attempt to sound reasonable about the whole thing, "who else in the library am I going to make a pillow fort with? The librarian?"

Who was ruggedly attractive, sure, but ew.

Jonothon fiddled with the magazine for a moment, pretending that he was actually paying attention to things like dates and volume and issue numbers before finally just plopping it, unceremoniously and horribly out of order, onto the top of the pile that he'd made before.

//He's not exactly available, at any rate,// Jono pointed out. Because, naturally, you couldn't make pillow forts with men who already had families.

The plopping did inspire a little arch of Ariel's eyebrow.

"So, see?" she said. "We. It's really nice and cozy, but how would you know unless you tried?"

//Point...//

Ariel logic was insanely difficult to argue with.

//And you figure you can find enough cushions out there to build a fort with?//

"I can try!" said Ariel, looking far too excited about the opportunity. "We wouldn't even need that many pillows; we could use the desk for reinforcement."

Jono looked at the desk. And then at Ariel. And then back at the desk. Sadly, it was not a fort. But if they stopped talking about it and started piling pillows up against it, it could be a fort.

He looked down. Back up. Where were the pillows? The pillows were outside of the library, being the pillows their pillowfort could be made of...

//Knowing my luck, I'd smack my head on one of th'drawers,// Jono noted, thoughtfully.

To which Ariel could only respond: "We'll put a pillow in front of it!"

Duh!

//In front of my head?//

Or the desk...?

One of those.

//We're just building it for th'sake of building it, right?//

Again, he had to check. He wasn't exactly good at snogging, in forts or out of them. And he... vaguely suspected that he had something going on with Raven, now, though he couldn't tell anybody just what, and... lord, the way the island had been all week was getting maddening.

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