From the Cabins to Room 322, Thursday Night

[living_endless]

So Jono still didn't know what Didi had in mind for his birthday.

.... possibly because she had managed to wring every drop of innuendo out of her request they "take a walk back to the dorms for something special."

Honestly. Boys.

She laughed a little to herself as she gripped his hand tighter.

[OOC: For two, please.]

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[furnaceface]

This was probably the most misleading birthday gift to be given to Jonothon through his entire life.

In all fairness, Jono hadn't gotten many birthday gifts throughout his lifetime, which was possibly part of the reason why he hadn't really let anybody know about his birthday in the first place. What was really the point, if you psyched yourself up only to be faced with disappointment?

And so the fact that Didi was leading him back to the dorms for 'something special' was... Well, it was absolutely making his day. Shouldn't it be?

//And I don't get any hints?//

Really, with all of the innuendo that had been involved, he didn't figure that he needed any hints. But, well, that was how this was supposed to go, after all...

[living_endless]

He was only turning 19! There could be many, many more misleading birthdays to come.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, sing-song. "'Cause if you trust me you don't need hints."

[furnaceface]

//Well, if I didn't trust you,// Jono reasoned, //I probably wouldn't be followin' yer all th'way to th'dorms for a complete surprise, like this.//

Oh yes. A total, absolute surprise. Because he would never in a million years guess what Didi had in mind for him, right?

[living_endless]

"All ... half-mile across the island?" Didi checked, with a raised eyebrow. They were climbing the stairs to her room, now, and she frowned hard as she patted down her pockets.

"I can't find my key...."

Liar.

[furnaceface]

//No key?// Jono's eyebrows furrowed faintly. //Well, it doesn't have to be yer room, does it? I could probably pick th'lock, if need be...//

Jono was good at getting himself into trouble, back in the day.

[living_endless]

"Found it," Didi sang out, pulling the key out of the coin pocket in her jeans. She twisted the knob, slowly pulling the door open.

Jono could wait a few more seconds.

[boho_to_be]

Christian sat on the edge of Didi's bed, sitting bolt upright with a bow around his neck. (The bow was his own idea.) He grinned at the pair as they came in.

"Surprise!"

[furnaceface]

Jono was, indeed surprised.

In fact, the only thing keeping Christian from being crispy-fried by a very surprised flaming mutant was, possibly, that bow, and that ridiculous grin. Both of which suggested that, instead of some kind of intruder, this boy here was, in fact, that 'something special.'

...

//You... got me a bloke for my birthday.//

Give him a moment.

//...He has a bow.//

[living_endless]

"He's not just a bloke," Didi explained. The expression on Jono's face was absolutely priceless; it was a little hard to keep herself from laughing. "There's a plan here. He -"

[boho_to_be]

"I sing!" Christian declared earnestly, interrupting Didi's explanation. "You have a very special lady in your life. She wanted to give you a singing voice for your birthday ... so she loaned you mine. Or, technically -- I suppose I will."

[furnaceface]

Jono was going to need another moment, still. There was a lot to process, here. Things like, 'He's really wearing a bow,' and 'A voice? Really?' and, of course, '... That wasn't the special something I was expecting.'

That last one was going to stick with him for a while.

//You're... a vocalist, then.// He had to make certain that he was getting this straight, yes. //Have you got any experience singing for audiences, mate?//

[boho_to_be]

If Didi were being a nice girlfriend, she might point out that the something special he was expecting was hardly entirely off the table, what with the having an empty dorm room and all night thing.

Ahem.

However, she was too curious how the scene would play out to make that point. So it was to Christian to answer Jono. "A bit," he said, bobbing his head. "Friends, mostly, and a few church pageants. But I'm hardly shy about it. Would you like to hear me?"

[furnaceface]

//Well, if yer not going to freeze up in front of an audience...// Jono waved his hand a little, raising an eyebrow at... his birthday present, Christian. //Fine, then. I'll audition you here on th'spot.//

For his wildly popular, mostly nonexistent band, sure. So far, he'd managed to draft Dandelion into being a second guitarist. The one that screamed plenty and tended to attempt to smash her guitar after every song.

Every modern band needed at least one.

//Go on, then. Sing.//

[boho_to_be]

"Sing?" Christian echoed, a bit uneasy. "I suppose I ... could, yes. This is something I'm rather proud of."

He stepped up on the desk chair, closed his eyes, and began to sing.

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude but I would just stand and
Stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns, slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems...

He'd sound interesting next to Dandelion.

[furnaceface]

He'd sound even better next to Owl City.

Jono listened, nodding a bit every time Christian hit certain notes, gauging how strong this other boy's voice was. If he'd be able to carry against a backdrop of instrumental accompaniment. He wondered how flexible this other boy's tastes actually ran. And, beyond that...

//Very good. Yer... Proud of that one, then? Of yer delivery of it, you mean?//

[boho_to_be]

It was an untrained voice, but good -- strong and flexible, a light tenor.

"The delivery," Christian agreed at once. "And -- the words, you know."