Jono Starsmore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
apocalipped) wrote2009-09-30 09:03 am
apocalipped) wrote2009-09-30 09:03 am
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Room 408, Wednesday Morning
Jonothon was twitchy.
Not twitchy as in random muscle spasms or anything, of course. More twitchy in that way that meant that he couldn't actually sit still for more than a few moments at a time, and he kept double-checking things like the curtains to make certain that they were drawn shut tightly, and he kept locking and unlocking the door, just to be certain that that much wasn't busted. But then, if he locked the door, that might give the wrong impression, and...
He was overthinking this. He was good at overthinking things lately, wasn't he? Okay, Chamber, just sit on your bed, clasp your hands, and wait. Nothing was going to explode just because you happened to be sitting there. Truly.
Bollocks.
[Jono is waiting for somebody, yes, but that doesn't mean that other people can't pay a visit to the silent dorm room, too.]
Not twitchy as in random muscle spasms or anything, of course. More twitchy in that way that meant that he couldn't actually sit still for more than a few moments at a time, and he kept double-checking things like the curtains to make certain that they were drawn shut tightly, and he kept locking and unlocking the door, just to be certain that that much wasn't busted. But then, if he locked the door, that might give the wrong impression, and...
He was overthinking this. He was good at overthinking things lately, wasn't he? Okay, Chamber, just sit on your bed, clasp your hands, and wait. Nothing was going to explode just because you happened to be sitting there. Truly.
Bollocks.
[Jono is waiting for somebody, yes, but that doesn't mean that other people can't pay a visit to the silent dorm room, too.]
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It was going to take Jono another moment to manage words, now. Partly because the subject matter of the conversation at hand was more than a little awkward, and partly because he was now going, 'oh, so that is what my flatmate sounds like.'
As you do.
//I'll pull open the curtains again when we're done, mate. Much as I enjoy livin' in the dark, I'm not a complete recluse.//
... Kinda.
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Or at least a faint 'hnn' noise that Jak was confident would pass for a hi. Anyway.
He nodded slowly. But. Um. They were really necessary? ... This probably meant that he needed to clear out. He pointed at the door, then at himself. Hey, it might come in handy if--
Okay, not going to jinx that.
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//It's not going to be... I mean...// One day, the universe would answer the great question of how in the world a guy without a pulse could manage a blush like that. //I've been keepin' it from her. This,// he pointed at his face, //I mean. It's not exactly normal, yer know. But, maybe for a little while, mate. I mean, if yer don't mind? Probably won't take long, either she's good with it or she runs out screaming.//
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... In fact, Jono was getting a light thumbs-up.
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Best flatmate ever. Ever. Seriously. And then some. Jono was going to have to give Jak... a pie or something for this. He'd figure it out.
//Thanks, mate.//
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... Besides, Jono was going to take that back once he found the cans of Beaver Buzz Jak had taken with him from the diner the other day.
He started to back towards the door.
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//See yer later, mate.//