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Room 408, Monday Evening

Nov 16, 2009 20:46

//Yer know,// Jono mused, picking at his guitar as he eyed the bright red bird who had been an unexpected flatmate for the past week, //I don't mind yer bein' a bird, Jean. As a matter of fact, th'company hasn't been too terrible, and yer not as messy as I'd expected yer might be. Yer haven't shat on anything in my room, at least ( Read more... )

people: jean grey, people: didi, places: room 408

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ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 00:49:20 UTC

Oh, like she wanted to be a bird still. She had to stay in a boy's room and it smelled a little.

Not like the way Jono normally smelled, but... Look, boys just didn't know how to keep everything clean. Unless they were Scott.

Jean sighed and cooed something that may have been his name in bird.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 00:54:35 UTC

And Jono, naturally, gave his eyes a bit of a roll and returned to his guitar. He wasn't even sure if she understood what he was saying, here, and there he was, babbling on to the most fancy looking chicken he had ever seen as though he expected her to babble back.

//Yer losin' yer bloody mind, Starsmore. Yer know that, right?//

If talking to the bird wasn't an indication of that, then the fact that he was attempting to play Jonas Brothers music in order to appease the turkey might be.

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 00:59:05 UTC

For which, Jean adored him so very much. Because that was making this being a bird thing so much easier to handle. Even if her attempts to sing along left something to be desired.

She hopped over toward the dresser, trying to take care of some restlessness after so long stuck like this.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 01:07:54 UTC

//Maybe I ought to get yer one of those bird toys from that pet shop in town,// Jono mused as he played, watching her hop about. If nothing else, he supposed, she was a very flashy sort of bird.

Maybe he ought to get a parrot.

... No, Jono.

//Yer know, with th'beads and the rope, somethin' to pick apart. Birds like that sort of thing, don't they?//

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 01:26:59 UTC

A parrot would be fun, though! Give her little playmate...

Jean squawked in annoyance, ruffling her feathers up to give him a piece of her mind. "--not a bird!"

That crash? Jean falling off his dresser onto the ground as a human.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 01:29:17 UTC

And that crash would be Jono shooting to his feet, dropping his guitar to the floor in shock.

And that silence? That painfully awkward silence? That would be Jonothon realizing that he was staring.

//Oh, bloody hell.//

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 01:33:11 UTC

And Jean staring back in absolute horror before she gathered enough wits to telekinetically yank the blanket off his bed to cover herself with.

"Stop staring!" Oh em gee, Jono you perv.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 01:35:58 UTC

//I'm not staring!//

Now. Now, he wasn't staring. Because he's just dropped his guitar on the floor and holy shite Jean was naked on his floor why hadn't anybody warned him about the NAKED part?!

//It was just a bit of a shock, is all!//

You know, a tiny one! A little!

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 01:40:40 UTC

NO ONE WARNED HER EITHER, OKAY? AND NOW SHE WAS NAKED. IN A BOY'S ROOM.

OH GOD, SHE WAS EMMA. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO BE A SLUT!

Wrapping the blanket around herself with TK and her hands, Jean scrambled to her feet as fast as she could. "Oh god."

furnaceface November 17 2009, 01:44:54 UTC

//Why the bloody hell are yer naked?!//

Jono was not bothering with his inside one-on-one voice, at just that moment. If anyone happened to be within 'earshot,' they might wind up with a headful of flailing telepath.

Give him a moment, it might occur to him that getting clothing for Jean would be the thing to do, in this situation.

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 01:47:22 UTC

"How should I know?!" Jena snapped, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that would be more intimidating... never.

Well, maybe after she ate a sun.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 01:50:41 UTC

Mmm, delicious sun!

Jono was finding himself... not at all intimidated. Still a fair bit stunned, perhaps, and registering that he was now stepping over his guitar, which was on the floor, shit shit shit, in order to make his way to his dresser. There had to be something in there that would fit her, right?

//I don't know if my trousers will even fit yer, yer know.//

He was a bit of a scrawny beanpole. She was a girl, and therefore she had hips. They were now functioning in 'a wish and a prayer' territory, here.

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 01:58:21 UTC

"I could--keep the blanket?" It could be like a toga party! And not at all the worst walk of shame ever. Really.

furnaceface November 17 2009, 02:03:28 UTC

//Keep the blanket,// Jono agreed, though he was still rummaging through his dresser. //But try puttin' on some clothing anyhow. I've got to have a sweater or something...//

Ah! The turtleneck he'd bought at T&C, and then had never, ever put on. Under different circumstances, he might have taken a certain sort of pride in pointing out that it was, in fact, blue.

As it stood, he had his eyes firmly shut as he kind of waved the thing around in her general direction, instead.

ihavenocodename November 17 2009, 02:05:59 UTC

Awww, it was blue!

Jean eyed him to make sure his eyes were indeed closed and took the turtleneck as the blanket unfolded on it's own to keep a divider between them so she could put it on.

"Thank you."

furnaceface November 17 2009, 02:11:19 UTC

//Well, I wasn't about to let yer streak back to yer room, Jean,// Jono pointed out, his eyes still firmly shut.

//Let me know how it fits, and I might be able to find a pair of loose trousers, or something.//

Because the 'nice turtleneck but naked as a jaybird down below' look did not scream dorm-hallway-appropriate to Jonothon, for whatever reason.

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