Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[furnaceface]

One might ask how exactly a man without a head could possibly appreciate the music that was being played today at the Groovy Tunes

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[regretiz4suckas]

Right, so, she'd heard about this on Monday night, but Tuesday was for sleeping, and Wednesday for working. So here was Kenzi. Without a mocha.

"Hey, Jonothon."

Okay. Helmet. Hunh.

[furnaceface]

//Kenzi,// Jono greeted, nodding at her with the helmet with the ease of somebody who had been wearing it in the place of a head for a long, long while. //How're you today, luv?//

It was probably for the best that she didn't have a mocha. Just because he had most of his internal organs didn't mean he had any way to get a drink into them, after all.

[regretiz4suckas]

And it would be mean not to share, yeah.

"Not too bad. Wishing I was still on vacation. In the mood for some downbeat tunes." Things were weird, okay? "Cecil's all old." And you don't have a head, dude.

[furnaceface]

Believe him, Kenzi, he'd noticed.

And then he noticed a little less.

//Cecil's old?// That helmet tilted a little, slowly. It would have been a curious gesture if it belonged to anyone who didn't have a nightmarish mask where his face should have been, with flame blazing fiercely behind it. //Old how?//