Second Issue

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono has, for better or worse, found his room. Far from settling in, his duffel bag lays on his bed, closed, and he simply looks annoyed when he opens his door to find his basket of golden apples on the floor of the hallway. Without bothering to bend down and look at them, Jono gives his cowl a hard tug, directing a fairly large tongue of flame down upon the basket and it's contents, leaving curly scorch marks on the floor. When the whole works has been reduced to little more than a pile of ash, Jono gives it a derisive snort, and closes the door behind him. Of course, his journal lays open on the desk before, him, so it caught that whole thing, and his telepathy as he grumbles to himself.]

{...Like ter know who thought it'd be a good idea ter leave that li'l "gift" fer me...}

[The annoyance in his voice is clear. Thanks, Eris. You went and made him even more surly than usual. God help anyone who tries to talk to him now. Clearly, this means you have to bother him, find out what all the fuss is about.]