Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Jono's head? Still killing him. Jono's mood? Still cranky. Jono's semi-adopted daughter figure? Still taking a back-seat to the apparently-too-stuck-on-one-wish-to-just-make-a-portal-to-Kathy-and-get-it-over-with-dammit near all-powerful being that resided within her.
Jono's new best friend? The little squirrel-looking thing that scampered across the counter ten minutes into his shift, silencing both the stereo (who had already decided it was going to spend today playing the greatest hits of Sugar Kane as performed on kazoo and tambourine) and the little blue people who were having some kind of morning meeting, complete with tiny megaphone fashioned out of a leaf.
Yeah, the Silence could stay, for now. Jono would try to lure it out with peanuts or something later.
Groovy Tunes is open, and once again... silent.
Blissfully, counter-productively silent.
Jono's new best friend? The little squirrel-looking thing that scampered across the counter ten minutes into his shift, silencing both the stereo (who had already decided it was going to spend today playing the greatest hits of Sugar Kane as performed on kazoo and tambourine) and the little blue people who were having some kind of morning meeting, complete with tiny megaphone fashioned out of a leaf.
Yeah, the Silence could stay, for now. Jono would try to lure it out with peanuts or something later.
Groovy Tunes is open, and once again... silent.
Blissfully, counter-productively silent.