The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off
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So Bobby was totally intent on making up for lost-campfire-time. So, yeah, he headed over to the first lit campfire he spotted. Which happened to have a Jono.
Oh, yes. This was absolutely the most normal thing in the world! The fact that Jono had to put his rousing rendition of Bullet With Butterfly Wings on hold in order to make the offer didn't even seem to bother him.
"Evening," Bobby managed, after another moment or two of gaping. And he accepted the offer of marshmallow of course, because even "WTF Jono has a face" was not enough to stop him from accepting food.
"You know," Jono mused, casually reaching into the (half empty, he worked quickly) marshmallow bag for another one, "there are healers on the island? Apparently, healers can heal things."
Didi lingered by the campfire, arms clasped around her knees. She didn't want more candy, and her lips were about raw from kissing. Really, she was content just to be there, just to see Jono this happy.
It might be a forever change, or as forever as any human change could be. That was enough to keep a smile on her face.
Sooner or later, Jonothon would find his usual mellow, snarky self again, honest. For the time being, he was still riding the high, basking in all of those little things that he'd taken for granted before they'd all been torn away from him.
He drew in a deep breath, set down the bag of marshmallows, and directed another smile Didi's way.
"I think it's about time for you to choose th'song, luv, innit?"
Not many people had the very distinct sort of feel in the Force that Jono did to Tahiri; she couldn't describe it, exactly, but it was very strong -- not in a disturbing way like Jak's -- and unique.
He just . . . usually looked different, which was why she was staring at him (she didn't mean to, but some social niceties still eluded her) as she approached.
"Boy," she finally offered, "you sure look different from the last time I saw you. It must have been a while."
The part of her that still reflexively defaulted to Yuuzhan Vong aesthetic standards was, in some less-than-fully-realized way, disappointed. She was trying to temper that reaction somewhat.
"What, used to this?" Jono tugged at the bandages that were still hanging loosely around his neck, pulling them up over the lower half of his face for... For a brief moment. They were decidedly less comfortable when they were mashed up against his face, restraining his ability to speak. "It isn't a change for th'worse, I hope."
Well, he certainly didn't think it was, that was certain.
...
"Marshmallow? I need help finishing these off before I make myself ill."
"No, no," Tahiri said hurriedly. "It's okay, really. You don't have to do that for me." Even if it had only been for a moment, she imagined it wasn't awfully comfortable.
She made a low growling noise in her throat, an uncertain Tusken expression of apology. "It's not for the worse," she promised. "Well . . . depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Either way, I'm hardly running away in horror, and I'd love a marshmallow."
"If people were to run away from me in horror this way, I suppose I'd have to start wondering if it was just my personality all along," Jono mused, passing the bag of marshmallows her way. "And there's no going about just casually fixing that up."
At least Jono had seen Kurt in fuzzy and blue mode before. On the other hand, Kurt had probably never before seen the grin that Jono was giving him, now.
"Well, who else would it be, mate?" A beat. And then, because it was apparently a trend this evening. "Marshmallow?"
Kurt took one and popped it in his mouth. "Marshmallow!!!" He grinned and pointed at Jono's face. "So... Fandom weirdness, or is it really FIXED, for real?!?!?"
"Fixed, really, for real." Jono gave Kurt another pleased grin before popping another marshmallow into his mouth, continuing to speak using his telepathy, just for the moment. //It was just physical damage, mate. Let all the psionic energy bubble out. So... find a healer, fix the injury...//
He swallowed, and it was back to his real voice again.
Main campfire + big brother + s'mores = awesome mooching potential.
And Ariel wasn't even in math class. As soon as she spotted who'd camped out and was singing, she bounced over, plopped on the nearest log and affixed Jono with her best, biggest, don't you just want to feed me? eyes she could muster.
And of course her mind was entirely on the food.
She couldn't help it that she never actually realized what was going on behind that scarf and that Jono never actually technically spoke to her. She just thought it was a fashion statement, here....
The armload was very well received, and Ariel went almost immediately into opening up the candybars. The pieces of chocolate went into her mouth, and the wrappers went into her pocket.
What? They were so shiny!
Then she smirked at Jono, rolling her eyes and shaking her head with the attitude of a person who believe that any night was a good begging for food night, and then she tilted her head in her frequent silent inquiry of how he was doing. He seemed in an awfully good mood for such a Mr. Grumpypants Spoilsport that he was.
Oh, he was in the best mood. Ever. Definitely the best mood ever. He'd spent the last few hours kissing his girlfriend until his face hurt, and now he was stuffing himself sick with junk food.
"I'm going to say that any day I can smile and tell a person how I'm doing is a good day," he decided, crossing his arms over his chest. "Especially over marshmallows. I've had entirely too many marshmallows."
It was completely possible that there was also a sugar high at work, here.
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A singing Jono.
"...What?"
Very articulate, Bobby.
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Oh, yes. This was absolutely the most normal thing in the world! The fact that Jono had to put his rousing rendition of Bullet With Butterfly Wings on hold in order to make the offer didn't even seem to bother him.
Jono was in a good mood, yes.
"Evening, mate."
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Bloody novel concept, that.
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It might be a forever change, or as forever as any human change could be. That was enough to keep a smile on her face.
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He drew in a deep breath, set down the bag of marshmallows, and directed another smile Didi's way.
"I think it's about time for you to choose th'song, luv, innit?"
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Which was sweet, but ... not exactly helpful. She decided to indulge int he goth girl stereotype for once. "Know anything by The Cure?"
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"If I didn't, that would be something like blasphemy, I think," Jono pointed out. "I spy something beginning with ssss..."
Oh, he was having entirely too much fun with this.
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He just . . . usually looked different, which was why she was staring at him (she didn't mean to, but some social niceties still eluded her) as she approached.
"Boy," she finally offered, "you sure look different from the last time I saw you. It must have been a while."
The part of her that still reflexively defaulted to Yuuzhan Vong aesthetic standards was, in some less-than-fully-realized way, disappointed. She was trying to temper that reaction somewhat.
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Well, he certainly didn't think it was, that was certain.
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"Marshmallow? I need help finishing these off before I make myself ill."
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She made a low growling noise in her throat, an uncertain Tusken expression of apology. "It's not for the worse," she promised. "Well . . . depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Either way, I'm hardly running away in horror, and I'd love a marshmallow."
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He was too stubborn to go that far.
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"JONOTHAN?" Kurt ran over excitedly. "Is that you, with the...?" He patted his own chin. "Glückwünsche!!!"
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"Well, who else would it be, mate?" A beat. And then, because it was apparently a trend this evening. "Marshmallow?"
Please. Take it. Before he finishes the bag.
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He swallowed, and it was back to his real voice again.
"And yer left with a bloke with a face."
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And Ariel wasn't even in math class. As soon as she spotted who'd camped out and was singing, she bounced over, plopped on the nearest log and affixed Jono with her best, biggest, don't you just want to feed me? eyes she could muster.
And of course her mind was entirely on the food.
She couldn't help it that she never actually realized what was going on behind that scarf and that Jono never actually technically spoke to her. She just thought it was a fashion statement, here....
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"Evening, luv," Jono said, nodding her way. "Good night to beg for food, innit?"
That statement was pleasant enough. People wouldn't be able to throw Jono into a bad mood if they were trying, right now.
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What? They were so shiny!
Then she smirked at Jono, rolling her eyes and shaking her head with the attitude of a person who believe that any night was a good begging for food night, and then she tilted her head in her frequent silent inquiry of how he was doing. He seemed in an awfully good mood for such a Mr. Grumpypants Spoilsport that he was.
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"I'm going to say that any day I can smile and tell a person how I'm doing is a good day," he decided, crossing his arms over his chest. "Especially over marshmallows. I've had entirely too many marshmallows."
It was completely possible that there was also a sugar high at work, here.
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