apocalipped: (Well shite)
Today was going to be one of those 'making faces at his own syllabus' days for Jono in his office, yes. It was one thing to have it all written out in advance, he was finding, but after actually getting to know some of the students in his class he was starting to wonder if the angle he was approaching his lessons with was quite the right one.

He drummed his fingers against the table, and then got to work trying to figure out how a lecture on 'basic human needs' could be worked around to suit some of the students in his class who had more... concrete opinions about fitting in than most.

He'd stew over it for an hour or two. And then he'd probably just start clicking through cat videos on YouTube.

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apocalipped: (Lounging)
Jono hadn't spent any time in the office downstairs today, no. Last night he'd been out late, drinking and antagonizing Tiny over the swan dress... thing... and he just couldn't have been bothered to drag his ass out of bed before noon this morning. It was Saturday, he'd spent the summer running the bloody place, he could take a Saturday off now and again if he damn well pleased.

Besides, he was expecting company tonight. There were horrible life choices to be made today, and he was fully prepared for them.

... Mostly, this meant a fully stocked fridge, a stack of records set aside by the turntable, and some horrible 80s films that he hadn't watched in ages. Now all he needed was his company.

[OOC: For April! And that she came over to watch movies or whatever is FB! The recreational marijuana use that's going to be happening in the comments, NFB, please. - And a warning for much the same. I never claimed my boy was responsible.]
apocalipped: (Lopsided Look)
It had been a bit of a late start, getting back to his apartment after Psionics class and lugging the drum kit up the stairs from the theatre below, but, Jono decided, it was worth it. Well. It would be worth it. He hadn't just sat around and casually jammed with anybody in damn near forever, and he was in desperate need of it.

It, and beer, and pizza. And a cat who was endlessly fascinated by the tangle of cords running along the floor to his amplifiers, though Joni had been trained long ago to keep from chewing on the wires.

"Now," he muttered, "if only the local fauna would stop serenading us."

"DUUUUH-DAH!"

Jono's little friend from the radio broadcast had been following him around all day, yes.

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