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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[furnaceface]

There was a concept that Jono was slowly growing accustomed to. People trying to make up for the lack of face, rather than pitying him for it. He appreciated it, actually. Even if he was bloody rotten at showing it.

//Anything in mind, mate?//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was that. Or maybe it was just weird, freak-to-freak empathy. Better not to look it in the mouth.

"I don't know," he said, "What can you do?"

[furnaceface]

//Blow things up, mostly,// Jono replied, giving his shoulders a shrug. //Speak telepathically. I'm not very good at much beyond that, honestly.//

Because he stomped on the rest of it. Fervently. //It's a bit of a constant battle to keep it under control.//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. That was another bit Jak kind of got.

"We could go blow up tin cans."

[furnaceface]

//Yer serious?//

Jono eyed Jak for a moment at that. And then he laughed. Or, well, projected the echo of something that was meant to be a laugh. It was all the same, in the end. //Target practice it is, then. Why not?//

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jak said, at a slow, slow drawl, his mouth tugging left to match, "That's what I like to say."

[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]

My, that look was somewhat predatory, wasn't it?

//Looking forward to it, then,// Jono decided. He wasn't entirely certain now how much he was looking forward to it, but... Well. This was Jak. And it was... male bonding, or something of the sort. That was good enough.

[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.

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned. "It'll lift you off the ground, too. Don't pitch yourself off the roof or anything, but...yeah."

[furnaceface]

//I'm not exactly th'sort to go flinging myself from heights at all, mate,// Jono assured him. //The falling, I don't mind. It's th'landing I'm not particularly fond of.//

He turned the helmet over in his hands for a few moments, studying it. It was impressive. And then, because he absolutely had to even if he knew it would make him look like an absolute idiot, he put it on.

//It doesn't make me look fat, does it?//

Said the guy who was physically incapable of eating.

[momslilassassin]

Ben snickered. "Somehow that hat added three kilos to your ass. I don't know how that happened."

[furnaceface]

//Holiday weight,// Jono decided, making a show of trying to peer over his shoulder at his own rear end. //Dangerous thing. It's all of that turkey, I suppose.//

Again, the turkey he hadn't been eating.

[momslilassassin]

"And the cookies," Ben added helpfully. "You look great. Really."

Ben was a liar.

[furnaceface]

Jono looked absolutely ridiculous. The bandages under the helmet probably weren't helping that, any.

//It'll probably look better on my shelf than it does on my head,// he decided. //Between my Iron Man action figure and my Fantastic Four bookends.//

Jono was a closeted superhero fanboy. Who knew?