Rat outta cage.

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Every once in a while, Jono ventures out of the house. It's not often and he tries to make sure no one sees him. The very last thing he needs is some stupid sort of yuppie school-counselor encouragement about accepting the world or something equally silly

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~An' y'wanna go somewhere but you don't even know where t'start.~

Jono leans back in the couch, folding his hands together behind his head. ~Not even sure what I'd do, anyway. I could move out, go independent, and then wot? Seems like I'd just do the same thing somewhere else.~

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~I don't do anythin'.~ The tone isn't snappish at her but it is short and he's obviously a little embarrassed to be admitting such a thing.

~I still hang around the school. But I don't work or anythin' if that's what you mean. I know how to defend myself well enough, though, guess I'm just rusty and I wasn't payin' attention. I figure God gave me this wreck, huh? Some part of it might be useful.~ A grumble at himself. ~And I'm too nice to jus' fry someone's head, so it's not like I could'a hauled off on 'em without *ZAP* and there goes their whole brain, y'know?~

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~You have somethin' t'fight for. An' I'm missin' me bleedin' face, feels pretty wrecked t'me.~

Jono rolls his eyes and sighs. The patronizing peptalk never ends, from anyone. He should always feel better about his situation and, what, just get over it? Girls had no interest in him, the rest of the campus had already called him a freak without ever having to say it, leaving him to the basement; not even his parents really contacted him anymore.

Change of topic. ~Hurt yerself?~

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He laughs. ~Least it's not some bloke's name, right? Y'can show it off to someone lucky one day, without the added embarrassment of explaining who 'Mikey' is.~

Jono eyes her leg a little suspiciously for a minute. ~I got some trainin' with that. I mean, injuries. Y'got episom salt?.~

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His voice follows her. ~Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand...~

He's actually got a good 'voice', but that could be modified. And he idly wonders how many people actually know more than the chorus to that song.

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~Bravo you.~ Jono's chuckling from the couch and giving her a golf clap. ~Most people don't know more than the chorus, and most women these days have no idea what the big deal is about 'Mickey'.~

He steps from the couch and stretches a little. The pain is mostly an afterthought now... then he thinks of something. ~Like 867-5309.~

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~It was dark as I drove the point home, And on cold leather seats, Well it suddenly struck me, I just might die with a smile on my-- Face after all...~

Oh yes, he plans to win this one. ~That is obscure.~

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~Salt, warm water, in a bucket, and leg in the bucket. Or, towel in hot water and epsom salt, and let that sit on yer leg a bit.~

He stops, thinks about that. With her just fetching stuff he tells her, he could send her on a scavenger hunt through her apartment for all sorts of weird things. Probably a bad first impression, huh? ~If I was more of a prat I'd send ya lookin' for all kinds of crazy stuff. But you know the Smiths.~ He steeples his hands and bows in her direction. ~You are truly a formidable adversary.~