Jono Starsmore (
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fandomhigh2011-01-23 09:47 am
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Library, [01/23]
Today was a 'busy work' sort of day in the library. Jonothon had even showed up for his shift early, like he'd threatened to do earlier in the week, armed with incentive and not much else.
There were things that were eating at him. So he had to throw himself bodily into whatever task he might notice today, because if he was thinking about alphabetizing the misplaced books throughout the entire sci-fi section, or about straightening all of the dog-eared pages that he stumbled over, or poking through the system to figure out who needed to get notices for late books, then he wasn't thinking about anything else.
That worked nicely in his favour.
Off to the side, he had a few books waiting, at least. He'd taken a few moments today to dig out a few favourites, as per Rosalind's request. Something else to drown his thoughts under, he was certain. But he wasn't complaining.
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There were things that were eating at him. So he had to throw himself bodily into whatever task he might notice today, because if he was thinking about alphabetizing the misplaced books throughout the entire sci-fi section, or about straightening all of the dog-eared pages that he stumbled over, or poking through the system to figure out who needed to get notices for late books, then he wasn't thinking about anything else.
That worked nicely in his favour.
Off to the side, he had a few books waiting, at least. He'd taken a few moments today to dig out a few favourites, as per Rosalind's request. Something else to drown his thoughts under, he was certain. But he wasn't complaining.
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//Maybe I'll leave a little early today,// he allowed, finally. //For right now... keeping occupied isn't so terrible, either.//
Going through the motions.
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"I will read here for awhile," Rosalind informed him, "before I go about other business."
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She was sticking around for his sake, he imagined. And even if she wasn't... he appreciated it. The fact that there was a friend just a stone's throw away, if he decided that he needed one between now and the time that she left.
//Enjoy th'Vonnegut,// he offered, his tone a little softer than usual. //Or at least don't hate it too much when it starts going weird.//
Which it did. And would. But in fascinating ways.
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Which was true.
"Thank you for the books, Jono."
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A lot.
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But she didn't really wait for an answer, her back straight and shoulder a sharp line in her uniform as she headed for a different table. To start reading.
And keep an eye on him, of course, but she wouldn't push.
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It wasn't like he... had anything better to do, or anything, on Friday evenings.
And it helped that it had been mostly Apathy Club members who had been checking up on him, over the course of the week. Like one big, cranky, antisocial family.
He watched her sit down, and then, a few moments later, set himself back to his mindless busy work. There were books to sort.