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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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//Luck...?// Jono blinked down at the shell in his hand. He was cradling it carefully, vaguely aware that there was something important about this, that it was... maybe symbolic of something, at least for Ariel. But for the most part, he found himself... well... confused. //A shell, Ariel?//

For what it was worth, it was a very pretty shell.

Ariel smiled a little. "A Nautilus shell," she specified. "Remember how I couldn't talk during the summer? That's because I gave up my voice to be here, too, and the sea witch kept it in a shell just like this. They remind me of how lucky I've been; maybe it could do the same for you while you're gone."

Her voice had been...

Jono stared at the shell, absorbing that. Ariel was so talkative now, it was almost difficult to remember a time when she'd had to rely on making faces at him and flapping her arms about like... Well, like a mute, really.

//Sea witch.//

His brain was processing this bit by bit. Honest.

//Put yer voice in...// He nodded at the shell. //So you could be here?//

Ariel bit her lip a little, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big deal, but her eyes weren't leaving the shell in Jono's hands.

"I gave up my voice so that I could have feet," she offered, wiggling her toes almost impulsively. "Legs. So that I could be...human."

Okay. Legs. So she could be human. That made... sense. If Jono squinted at it a little.

//Th'Sea Witch... took yer voice... in... in exchange for legs? Because you... you didn't have them before.//

You know, if he managed to figure this out, so very many things would actually make sense.

Like her apparent obsession with anything aquatic, for a start.

Ariel felt a tightness in her throat that she tried to force down with a swallow; those feet she'd traded so much for started to shift a little.

"Nope," she admitted; she kept her head down, but she did peek up through her hair to see what the readable half of Jono's face might be doing. "Just a fin."

//Ah...// Well, there was one more thing on the very short list of things that Jono was content to believe were actually mythical, scratched right off, just like that.

... It was easy to wrap his head around, all things considered. Not much really phased Jono, anymore.

//That would explain all th'fish jokes, wouldn't it?//

"Well, you know," said Ariel, "when your best friend is one, you tend to really pick up on those..."

But her expression was worried, a little bit hopeful, too. "You're not upset, are you? That I didn't tell you? Or, you know....weirded out or anything, are you?"

//Trust me, Ariel, I've got far weirder things to wrap my head around, day by day.// He gave his head a little shake, turning the shell over in his hands and looking it over thoughtfully. //I... wish I had something to give you in turn, luv. All I really had to show for losing my voice was a bunch of scorched teeth and a couple of ribs, strewn about th'dance club I managed to demolish at th'time.//

"Oh, Jono," Ariel's shoulders sagged a little. "You don't have to give me anything..."

And, a bit tentatively, she gave a small laugh. "As much as teeth and ribs would make a nice addition to my collection."

//I think I would seriously have to worry about yer collection, Sunbeam,// Jono replied, giving her a wry look. //You might want to stick with silverware and saxophones you don't intend to play, hm?//

He was nearly smiling again at that, though it managed to fall a little bit short.

//This is...// He lifted the shell a little. //It's... Thank you. Thank you for this, Ariel. A little luck certainly wouldn't hurt where I'm headed off to.//

Ariel nodded a little. "It sounds like it, yeah. But, hopefully, you won't even need it. But, if you do, well, then, you've got it, don't you?"

"Also," she added after a moment, "I do know something you can give me."

//Oh?// Jono looked up from the shell at her, eyebrows twitching up under his hair curiously. //And what might that be, luv?//

"A hug," Ariel informed him, "that doesn't start out with me tackling you and maybe, if you're feeling generous, one more dance."

//I think,// Jono mused, pulling himself out of his seat and holding his arms open, //those can both be arranged.//

A pause.

//Watch you don't burn yerself.//

Look, some people got sniffly at moments like these. Jono just got warmer.

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