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Library, [05/01]

Well, this was it. Jonothon's last weekend on the island, his last shift in the library, dutifully pretending that whatever was going on outside was more or less sane.

Which would be going so very well for him, if it wasn't for the way the books had gotten it into their heads (or whatever) to attempt to imitate the Viking-related shenanigans that seemed to be the weekend's running theme, ever since their appearance at graduation.

Jonothon had wrestled to keep the books shelved for a while, before simply giving up, rolling his eyes, and making himself comfortable at his desk with his feet up, playing Ride of the Valkyries on Youtube to keep the hardcover raiders satisfied as they plundered and pillaged the various sections of the library.

If you can't beat them...

The library is open!

[And OCD freeee because I'm feeling lazy today. Hi!]

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"If only I could be so lucky!" Ariel giggled a little, shaking her head. "Though none of them will be my big brother. I might have a little sibling, though, and maybe he'll be an insufferable arsehole, and it will be like starting anew, the cycle of life continuing, and then he'll eventually have an impossibly adorable and irresistible little sister..."

//Who will no doubt drag him about and expect him to dance and to enjoy it, and when it's time for him to graduate, he'll look back and think, 'now, that wasn't so bad, really.'//

Jono glanced at the computer, still playing Wagner, and then looked back at Ariel for a moment before reaching over and giving her a nod.

//Any requests?//

As soon as Jono glanced over at the music-spewing computer, Ariel looked quite the dictionary definition of the word squee.

"I'll leave it to the choice of the master," she said, trying not to bounce. "Surprise me!"

.... Oh, to hell with it. It wasn't like this was going to happen every day.

Very much against Jonothon's better judgment, he did a Youtube search for a song that he imagined Ariel would appreciate far more than he ever did.

But even if he was searching for the Backstreet Boys, he could console himself in knowing that he hadn't searched up a slow song.

Ever want to see a mutant British goth dancing like a boy band idol, Ariel?

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Who wouldn't want to see that? As soon as the song started playing, Ariel had to laugh, the squee factor going up even more than just the idea that Jono was asking her to dance for a change. "I knew you were a fan somewhere in there, Jono!"

And, before he could argue or change his mind, she was already reaching for his hands to drag him out to where they'd have plenty of room to move.

A small stampede of would-be viking books were forced to make their way desperately back to the stacks, in a totally dignified retreat from the crazy teens. Jono, meanwhile, was tripping along behind Ariel, wondering what in the world he'd gotten himself into.

... At least he could be thankful that he hadn't chosen Fishlips Beaver, or something.

//Well, I wouldn't go so far as to call me a fan,// he admonished, though his tone remained light.

"Of course you wouldn't!" Ariel noted with a laugh, already bouncing along in a rather creative mingling on a bopping dance and one more suited to the ballroom style she particularly enjoyed. "But you know your secret is safe with me."

//Of course, of course,// Jono replied, relenting just a little. He wasn't about to start bopping, by any means. But he was doing a fair job of keeping up, offering her his hand for that ballroom adaptation of... whatever in the world they were doing... that she seemed so fond of.

A spin and then a dip wouldn't be too misplaced to this song, would they?

//I suppose I'll have to trust you with that, luv.//

In Ariel's opinion, a spin and a dip wouldn't be misplaced to any song, so any such movements were met with a chuckle of appreciation.

"Boy, you sure trust me with a lot of things," she said. "How do you know once you leave, I won't just start blabbing my mouth about how you like to dance and you're not really a grumpypants and that you might actually kind of miss this place?"

//Because if you go and do that, then you'll have gone and completely ruined my unapproachable image, luv. And if you do that, then there won't be any time left for me to dance with you, because everyone else will be wanting one, won't they?//

See, the fits that he'd thrown at the prom over having to put on that stupid crown were totally for a reason!

"I wouldn't mind sharing too much," Ariel admitted with a grin. "I mean, it does feel kind of mean of me to keep all this knowledge all to myself just so I can reap the benefits."

//Don't tell me I'd have to go about stomping on people's toes just to have a moment's peace, luv.// Jonothon's eyebrow quirked up, and he spun her about again. It was fun, okay? //Because I'd do it, you know. I'd become a serial toe-stomper, and there wouldn't be anything anybody can do to stop me, either.//

The spins were some of the best parts! And of course Ariel would want to return the pleasure of it by going and attempting to spin Jono as well. She was fair like that.

"This is very true," she acknowledged. "I bet you're a phenomenal toe stomper, but I trust you'll be nice and not show me just how well you can toe stomp. I like my toes an awful lot..."

Which of course made her pause a moment, a brief bite of her lower lip, followed by a small little smile. The thought then crossed Ariel's mind that she'd never really told Jono about...that part of herself, and she thought maybe she should. But, ultimately, she had to wonder what the point of it would be, especially if she wasn't going to see him again for a little while.

Really, Jono should have been expecting the spin. This was Ariel that he was dancing with, after all. Of course, he wasn't, and so he tripped up just a little before finding his footing and the rhythm all over again.

Jonothon Starsmore was sometimes less than graceful, apparently.

//I suppose, since yer being so trusting, I'll refrain from stomping yer toes just this once, Sunbeam.// Unless he were to go and trip again, but he was fairly certain that he could avoid that much, at least. //There wouldn't be much dancing without them, and then where would I be left, right?//

Yeah, the slight little trip-up there was a good way to distract Ariel from some of those deeper thoughts, but she wasn't laughing at it, really! That was just...a frog in her throat, that was it.

"You'd be left having to find another dance partner, that's where," she answered. "And letting someone else in on this terrible secret of yours!"

//Oh, the humanity.// It was interesting how he managed to make that come out completely flatly, while still striking an overdramatic pose, back of one hand to his forehead and all. //Who else in th'world would want to dance to boy bands with me? Yer a rare breed, Ariel. A rare one indeed.//

"You've got no idea," Ariel said with a bit of a laugh to cover up how much she meant that. "You, on the other hand....you'd be surprised how many people I can get to dance to boy bands with me."

Just ask Bruce.

"Or maybe not too surprised."

//Not terribly,// Jono agreed, shaking his head, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes just slightly. //Though now I find myself wondering if yer trying to tell me that I'm really not all that special. I'm heartbroken, luv. Simply heartbroken.//

Honest. He was totally crying inside.

"You sound like it," Ariel noted. "Or maybe you would if you didn't already know that I think you're amazing, Jono. I'm really, really, really going to miss you, you know."

That was a lot of 'really's. Jono raised an eyebrow slightly, and then shrugged it off a little.

It was still weird, thinking he'd be missed. Especially a triple-really-lot.

//I'll visit,// he replied. //And I'll write. As often as I can. And you can write back. We'll be like... pen pals, or something. I don't know. I've never really had one of those before.//

"Neither have I," Ariel said, smiling at the prospect. "Well, there was this one time, I found a message in a bottle, from a little girl, I think, and I wrote back to her, but I'm not sure if she ever really received them, you know? I like to think that maybe she did, though. Hopefully, this way will be much more reciprocal."

//Well, bottles don't generally come with a return address and a guarantee of delivery,// Jono noted, straightening again as the song ended. //So, theoretically, this ought to work better than just tossing a bottle into th'water and hoping th'tide does th'rest. Especially since the Academy isn't really near th'shore.//

"Then you'd probably have to throw it really hard," Ariel said with a faint smile, a little sad that the song was over so soon. They never seemed long enough. "Where is this Academy, anyway? Anywhere I might have heard of?"

//Massachusetts, if you've ever heard of that,// Jono replied, remembering that Ariel's grasp on the geography of this world seemed... tenuous, at best. //Out in th'middle of bleedin' nowhere, in th'woods. But it's... not really a bad place to be. It's for people who aren't quite... er... right.//

That wasn't exactly the best way to put it.

"Oh," Ariel had to comment with a quirked brow, "and this place is?"

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