Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it, then, wasn't it? Once again, they'd reached the last relative day of peace and quiet before the new students shuffled in and workshops got back into full swing. Jono's week had been an eventful one already, between his impromptu jam session with the slightly insane girl who had tried to smash her guitar on the floor on Tuesday,

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[shes_got_legs]

Ariel was getting really bored and fighting off a terribly maudlin spell about this whole kissing thing, not to mention having to deal with a seriously annoying mermaid in white with wings (why would a mermaid have wings? It didn't make any sense, but there she was, on her shoulder, being very annoying and telling Ariel she should go and find someone to tell her father about what she'd done, because he was probably just worried sick and she should settled down and be a good princess and behave and go to her lessons and blah blah blah). The other one in red with the horns wasn't so bad; she kept suggesting that Ariel go to all the shops and find some stuff for her collections, they wouldn't mind, they were just sitting there, and they should sit somewhere where they'd be more appreciated, which was tempting, but Ariel understood about money now and, while she was sure it was a very fascinating place, she did not want to spend a newbie picnic day filled with potential new kiss candidates sitting in a cell at the Trooper Station, thank

[furnaceface]

Ariel! Jono certainly couldn't complain about the company that he'd attracted so far. Sure, they were all insane, but Rinoa and Ariel were pleasant, at least.

//I was in th'mood to play, and thought, for once, that it would be a bloody shame to keep it to myself,// Jono admitted. Both the angel and the devil on his shoulder nodded in solemn agreement. He'd wound up with a pair of enablers, apparently. //I'd ask if you had any requests, but I don't think you know much of the music that I do, really.//

[shes_got_legs]

Ariel, who had to take a moment to glance toward her shoulder and positively glare at the things that were coming out of Horned Mermaid's mouth, all centered around the question of why Ariel had never tried to kiss Jono before and offering her suggestions about what it might be like in very graphic detail, she turned to her big brother with a faint, apologetic smile and a shrug of her shoulder. Even if they did know some of the same music, requesting it could be tricky, although she could always fetch a notebook. She knew where some where in here, now, too.

But she did like what she was hearing when she came in, so she nodded her head, encouragingly, because she did love music, and it might help drown out what was coming from her shoulder, oh my gosh. Ariel wasn't a prude by any definition, but yeesh.

[furnaceface]

If Jono had any idea what the devil on Ariel's shoulder was saying, he might point out that reasons not to kiss him included but were not limited to: Didi, and the fact that he was prone to exploding when kissed.

//Yer liking this one, then? Should I play more like it, or maybe branch out a little? I have a fairly decent repertoire, after all.//

... Understatement of the year. He was obsessed and knew how to play damn near anything he'd ever taken a liking to. And if he didn't know it, he could usually at least fake it.

[shes_got_legs]

Considering that the devil on Ariel's shoulder enjoyed her budding pyromania side, that might only add to the fun, in her opinion.

Ariel smiled, shrugging her shoulders a little. Anything he played, really, she was pretty sure she'd enjoy.

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Jono took a moment to consider that shrug, and then he nodded. He was almost finished with this particular number, after all, and there was plenty that he could pick and choose from.

Jono's personal devil suggested that he play something intense, and his angel much preferred something mellow, and Jono really had to wonder if there really was such a thing as good and evil in music, and then he'd dismiss the both of them as a pair of idiots, and he'd play some Bush to spite them both.

//So,// he said, conversationally, his eyes on his fingers while he played, //am I the only one with a pair of plonkers sitting on my shoulders, completely incapable of agreeing with one another today?//

[shes_got_legs]

Ariel settled back into the cushions of the couch, a content little smile on her face to listen to some music, and then she realized that Jono had asked a question. She blinked to get her head out of the melody and the small wish that she could sing something along, and then processed what he said.

It took a moment to know what he meant, and she frowned slightly and hitched one of each of her thumbs at her own shoulders. Did he mean these guys?

[furnaceface]

//Mmm,// Jono agreed, perhaps a little bemused, even. //At least I know I'm not going insane, then. I can't see yers, luv.//

A pause, while he glanced sidelong at his angel, who shrugged. Jono shrugged as well, and then resumed playing.

//I suppose that means you can't see mine, either? Probably for th'best, I suppose. They're both insufferable.//

[shes_got_legs]

Ariel shook her head slightly, then glanced slowly from one shoulder to the other. She scoffed. Insufferable? That was putting it lightly. Her head shook again, one hand going out to one side, and then the other to the other side, and then they moved up and down in a game of being utterly unable to balance. Then the hands went to her head, fingers curled, as if about to pull out her hair.

[furnaceface]

Jono nearly even laughed at that, giving a nod as the corners of his eyes crinkled a little in a smile.

//Tell me about it,// he scoffed. //At least all mine have had to argue about since I came in here was what music I ought to play, next. I can't fault either of them for their taste in music, I suppose.//

[shes_got_legs]

Ariel's eyes widened slightly, as she glanced to her right toward the horned mermaid, and gave it glare that said that most of what it contributed shouldn't be repeated in a public sphere. Even if she could repeated. On the other half, though...she glanced leftward, took on a slightly different glare, one that was enhanced by her finger twirling at the side of her head to indicate the one with wings was completely loco.

[furnaceface]

//You would think that they'd at least have advice worth listening to,// Jono mused, shaking his head sympathetically as he watched Ariel's gesturing. //Instead of making it so very tempting to shove them into a sock drawer or something of the sort.//

Case in point, both of Jono's yelling //Free Bird!// in perfect unison, and then attempting to wage a battle with one another around his face using their respective psionic flames over who called it first.

[shes_got_legs]

Ooooh!

For a moment, Ariel lit up like a lamp; clearly, she did not even think of the sock drawer option.

But then she deflated in dismay. That wouldn't work at all. She'd hate to do that to her poor socks.

She liked socks. They were utterly fascinating things.

[furnaceface]

And now, another pause for consideration.

//There's always the loo,// he added, giving pointed glares toward one shoulder, and then the next. //But they might clog up the plumbing, tempting as it is.//

[shes_got_legs]

Hmm, and that could be problematic. Besides, that Thai food the other night had meant that Ariel had seen enough of the loo lately, thank you.

So she bit her lip. She tapped her chin a little. And then, an idea brightening her up, she pointed hopefully to the prospect of the window.

[furnaceface]

... Ariel was officially brilliant, Jono decided, carefully setting his guitar down and pulling himself to his feet.

//Th'window, hm?// He looked almost wickedly at his shoulders again, and then was practically beaming again as he looked back Ariel's way. //We'll have to do something about those wings, of course.//

What good was a sheer drop from the fourth floor if there was the ability to fly?