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Room 408, Sunday, Afternoon

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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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.

//... 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?//

"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."

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.

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."

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?//

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."

//... 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?//

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."

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.//

"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."

//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.

"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.

//Recon?// Well, that was a word he'd never been expecting to hear from Jak's mouth.

Right up there with every other word that was coming out of Jak's mouth, granted, but still...

//Sounds to me like yer tangled up in something big, wherever yer were.//

"Haven City," Jak proclaimed, towards that ceiling Jono was so fond of. "Good for breakfast, babes, and battles." The middle bit, mostly if you asked Dax.

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//Yer were put to work, then?// Something like that. After all of the breakfast and babes were out of the way.

//Is what what all of the...// Jono waved a hand, vaguely, while he searched for the right word. //I don't know, mate. Something feels off, I suppose. Like crawling.//

He hadn't exactly run into many people who had so much power crackling through them that he couldn't ignore it completely, try though he might.

"Yeah," Jak said, after a long beat, "That would be the dark eco." His tone was more than a little dry, more than a little ironic.

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//Ah.// Jono sat there for a moment, trying to piece together what to say next. Somehow, coming up with words to toss at Jak had always been easier when the bloke was happy. And mute. A happy mute. //I'm... not entirely certain what that is.//

It might be the aggressive loner waves he was putting out. But that was just a guess.

"Well, it's nothing good," Jak said, laconically, and shot him a look across the room. "You're some kind of sensitive."

//Came with the whole 'mutant powers' package,// Jono agreed, running a hand over his chest idly in an attempt to either smooth down his bandages, or to indicate what was underneath them without directly doing so. //I try to ignore it, when I can. Sometimes I'm better at doing so than others, apparently.//

"Yeah, I'm sure people just love those."

Jak? Bitter? Why, we never.

Jono glanced back at Jak for a moment, his eyebrows knit.

//I hide them as best I can for a reason, mate. It's not so much a matter of 'love' where I'm from as it is anti-mutant protests in the streets and large machines built for the sole purpose of murdering us.//

Jono could manage a note or two in a conversation on bitterness, really.

Yeah, he could throw in a few notes himself, now they were on the topic. But that wasn't the big thing right now. "We should have a drink to that," Jak decided. "One of these nights."

Ahah...

//Yer have no idea how much I would love to.// Really. A lot. Jono managed to keep a hint of bitter sting out of his voice, then. It didn't seem like it would do this conversation any great amount of good. //I can't. No mouth.//

"Yeah?" Jak glanced back at him. "We'll find you something."

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