Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

It had been one of those weeks. The sort that went on forever while at the same time rushing by in a blur, and between assassination attempts and actually having Warren's back on something for several days straight, Jono was welcoming his day at the Groovy Tunes with open arms. Paperwork? Wonderful stuff, wasn't it? It involved attempted murder in

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[heromaniac]

Jono would agree with her!

Tell Dinah that after three hours just SITTING hereI am totaly aloowed to sing with the radio!

[furnaceface]

Well, Jono would at least consider agreeing with her.

That depends. What song?

[heromaniac]

uhm, duh, Jono.

Every song! She picked the station! I don't get to pick for another hour.

[furnaceface]

If she picked the station, then she gets to suck it up when you sing along.

See? Jono could be made to see reason, here.

Sing twice as loud and tell her that you're doing it for me, because I can't. I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

[heromaniac]

It took a few minutes for the next message.

She says the punch in the arm is for you, too. I will make sure to gve it to you when I see you

[furnaceface]

I don't suppose it would be rude to neglect to return the favour?

Look, he just couldn't bring himself to punch Momoko. Even if it was for the sake of getting back at Dinah.

How've you been, anyway?

[heromaniac]

Fine!

...

bored!!! I have always hated stakeouts!!!

[furnaceface]

Ah, it's a stakeout you're not allowed to sing on? Well, that's even worse. What are you staking out, or should I not be asking these things?

He was curious, and the story behind it seemed like it might be more interesting than the stakeout itself was.

[heromaniac]

A con man. Swindled a friend of a friend and now we're waiting for him to show up so we can arrest him.

[furnaceface]

Ah, swindlers. No patience for that ilk at all. Hopefully you're not stuck sitting out there bored for much longer. Lord knows there are less mind-numbing ways to spend a Saturday, after all.

Like doing paperwork, apparently.

[heromaniac]

I could be apartment hunting!

She sighed and looked out the window again. Nope, no sign of him.

Are you doing something fun? Tell me you are!

[furnaceface]

You're asking me to lie? I'm working, on the island. Paperwork. Karla, meanwhile, is at the welcome picnic, doing lord only knows what. Though I suppose being around here beats Glacia at the moment.

Nothing against Glacia, of course, but the tension there was going to drive him mad at this rate.

[heromaniac]

Momoko, of course had no idea that anything was going on in Glacia. Yet.

You should come to Texas. It's still summer here! and no paperwork! At least until school starts again.

Ah! Speaking of -

I am thinking of going to Yllestad and Kundersom soon. Lay some flowers. Will that be okay?

[furnaceface]

Oh... oof. Jonothon winced a little at that second text before he even managed to come up with a proper reply to the first.

I certainly wouldn't say no. Would you like some company?

He'd lost too many friends and comrades-in-arms there to not make the offer.

[heromaniac]

Momoko frowned at the texted offer.

You don't have to! I haven't done anything for them and I want to. I'm not there like you are.

[furnaceface]

I haven't been back since. Feel as though I should. Pay my respects. Say goodbye properly. Was carried out of there on a stretcher, don't remember much of the aftermath...

And he didn't want to go back there alone. Also that.