Somewhere Under a Heap of Kitschy Figurines, The Estate in Sidra, Sunday Fandom Time
For the record, Jono adored kids. He really did. Even when he had to put up with a small pack of the little beasts for four solid days thanks to the time difference between Fandom Island and Kaeleer, he adored them. Even after four days of running laps around a bloody mansion, four days of trying to pick up on second languages he couldn't even place, four days of being coated in anything Cook went and put on the table, four days of stepping on toys, four days of being poked at and climbed on and reminding Morton that no, whiskey was not a breakfast drink no matter how bratty his cousin was at the ripe old age of five.
Jono. Loved. Kids.
And he was going to continue telling himself that as he tried to dig himself out from under the heap of hideous porcelain figures that he'd apparently been buried under after an impromptu game of 'round up all the ugly breakable toys and bury Jommo while he tries to nap in the armchair for the first time in three days.'
Really, it was a shame nobody had filled him in on the rules of that particular game. Though, he supposed, at least this would make disposing of the ugly things that much simpler for Karla and Warren down the road.
[OOC: For the Kaeleer crew! Or phone calls, if you feel so inclined.]
Jono. Loved. Kids.
And he was going to continue telling himself that as he tried to dig himself out from under the heap of hideous porcelain figures that he'd apparently been buried under after an impromptu game of 'round up all the ugly breakable toys and bury Jommo while he tries to nap in the armchair for the first time in three days.'
Really, it was a shame nobody had filled him in on the rules of that particular game. Though, he supposed, at least this would make disposing of the ugly things that much simpler for Karla and Warren down the road.
[OOC: For the Kaeleer crew! Or phone calls, if you feel so inclined.]