Room 408, Sunday, Afternoon

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When you had the room to yourself and the holiday season was mostly over, there were only so many ways for a bloke to pass the time.

Jono had been up all hours of last night playing on his guitar, for example.

Which meant that today? He was hell-bent on sleeping in. Or, at the very least, hell-bent on laying on his back and staring at the ceiling for as much of the day as humanly possible. It was boring as hell, yes, but no less exciting than staring at the wall had been, yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow, to mix things up a bit, he'd look at the floor some instead.

[How enthralling! Tacked up with one in mind, but open if anyone wants to visit otherwise.]

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[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Tara was right. Couldn't have been more than a week. Absolutely nothing had changed--

"--not even the smell," Jak muttered, waving at his nose as he clomped on into the room.

[furnaceface]

//... Wot?//

Alright, there was a strange bloke who was storming into the room, with waves of something coming off of him that were sending Jono reeling. He quickly swallowed back his powers even further than usual as he sat up to look at who was there...

And kind of headtilted. And then headtilted the other way, for good measure, while he tried to figure out what in the world he was supposed to actually make of the guy in the doorway.

//Eventful holiday, mate?//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, something like that," Jak said again, looking Jono up and down once. Seriously. Hadn't changed a fucking thing. "Looks like yours wasn't."

[furnaceface]

That was Jak, alright. Or, what Jono figured Jak had to be like if he was slightly older, noticeably more talkative, and angry. The anger was what had hit Jono so hard, he figured, and he made a conscious effort to completely table any empathic abilities that he possessed. It was not a happy feeling, really, and it left a bit of a niggling hum in the back of his head, but at least it was tolerable.

//Not... particularly, no. I spent most of it right here.// Don't stare, Jono. Don't stare. //Christ, you've changed.//

Subtle. Nicely done.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shot him a look that implied just how subtle that wasn't. "Yeah, well," he snorted, waving him off as he padded towards his bed. "Like you said. Eventful holiday."

[furnaceface]

This conversation was a fair bit more direct than anything Jono had any experience with so far as Jak was concerned. It was more than a tiny bit unsettling, when coupled with that wash of... whatever that was. Jono flinched perhaps a little, watching him carefully as he made his way across the room.

//Is there anything yer need, mate?//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Oh, great. There they went again.

Jak's eyes tore to him as soon as he flinched. "Oh, sure," he said, "Let it all out."

[furnaceface]

//... Or not.// Jono crossed his arms over his chest, watching Jak warily for a moment before giving his head a shake and pointedly turning his gaze to the wall, about two feet to the right. //If yer certain yer okay...//

What do you say? 'Congratulations on learning how to speak?' 'Nice goatee?' 'I see you've picked up a pair of boots while you were out?'

//There's a bit of power behind it, isn't there?//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak sat down on the bed. Still the same old, same old. "It's been two years," he said, which wasn't avoiding the question, really. "Two and a half."

[furnaceface]

That long. Which explained a good number of things, in a very roundabout sort of way that really only raised more questions.

//And then yer come back here, and everything is just the way it was...// Jono's expression was about as close as he'd ever come to a thoughtful frown. He held it for a moment, and then he stood, reaching over to crack open the window. The smell hadn't changed either, no. //They weren't a quiet two and a half years, then.//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Kind of a rough time," Jak admitted. His eyes were on Jono from his perch on the bed, looking all thoughtful. "At least I didn't give you the time to sneak your stuff to my end of the room."

[furnaceface]

//Oh, I would have given you at least another week.// Jono attempted something not unlike a smile, and then took a seat on the edge of his bed again. //I suppose now I'll have to make do with keeping my records in boxes. I'll have to stack them soon enough.//

He didn't seem terribly broken up about that, actually.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"You might get that week," Jak said. He snorted, flopping back down on his bed. "This is just recon."

Even if it wasn't, he expected Torn to call him back in any minute now.

[momslilassassin]

Ben had been oh so very bored, and a bored Ben was never a good thing. This was why he was now standing at Jono's door with a wrapped gift in one hand.

"Jono?" he called, rapping at the door.

[furnaceface]

//Ben, mate?//

Instead of his usual reply of 'it's open,' Jono was going to actually make his way to the door and open it himself. You could never be too certain, apparently, if the bloke on the other side was still the bloke that you remembered him as from a week ago.

[momslilassassin]

"Hi," Ben said, tilting his head quizzically. "You okay?"

Ah, the problems of being an empath.

[furnaceface]

//Mildly concerned,// Jono admitted, considering for a moment longer before stepping out into the hallway. //It's nothing I won't get used to, I suppose.//

Jono's own very carefully controlled sense of empathy had been twitching all afternoon. He preferred not to have it at all, and, for the most part, simply not wanting it to be there was good enough. Today seemed to be a different story.

[momslilassassin]

"Fair enough," Ben decided, noting but not commenting on the change in venue. "Want to go for a walk or something?"

[furnaceface]

//A walk would be bloody wonderful, mate,// Jonothon agreed. It wasn't often that he would leap at the opportunity to get out and about. But then, he'd been stinking up the room like sulphur again.

... Yes. That was absolutely why he wanted to go for a walk. //How've yer been?//

[momslilassassin]

Ben shrugged a shoulder. "Fine. Dad was out on some kind of diplomatic mission this week, so there wasn't a point to going home."

[furnaceface]

//Yer celebrate Christmas where yer from, then?// The door made a soft click as Jono pulled it shut behind him. //Or were yer just hoping to take advantage of the break to get back for a bit?//

[momslilassassin]

"The second one," Ben replied. "I haven't been home in a while and Dad gets lonesome."

[furnaceface]

//Yer pretty close to yer father, then?// Jono didn't sound envious. Honest. //I'm sorry that this vacation didn't work out in yer favour, then. Tell me that there was at least some sort of redeeming quality about th'past week, mate?//

No unexpected trips through time? Ben wasn't sending off staggering waves of blackness, so far as Jono could tell, so at least there was that to look up about.

[momslilassassin]

"Only in the last year," Ben admitted. "It's kind of hard to live up to being Luke Skywalker's son." He ran his hand through his hair, searching for a way to change the subject and remembered the package in his hand. "And I've been very productive this week," he said, holding out the gift. "For you."

[furnaceface]

//Yer didn't...// Jono reached for the package tentatively, looking at Ben for a moment before he went right ahead and started to unwrap it.

//Yer did.// Excuse him for a second. Jono had to try not to die of amusement. Which was apparently easier said than done. //It's-- With th'wings! And th'little pointy thing on top!//

This was possibly the greatest gift ever.