Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

So, the great thing about owning both a business and the apartment upstairs from it was theoretically that, when in a brief fit of nerve one decided to go to work for a day with only a t-shirt between his flames and the rest of the world, it was easy to chicken out and just run upstairs to grab spare wrappings or a turtleneck or something to take

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[nuclear_snide]

Oh, look - someone was coming in! Although the first sign Jono would get would be Bob being there.

He wandered in, paid exactly no attention to Jono's flames, and came to peer over his shoulder. "Anything interesting?"

[furnaceface]

Congratulations, Bob. You were pretty much the only person on the island who could sneak up on Jono effectively enough to make him jump a little.

At least you were one of the relatively few he wasn't terribly concerned about hiding from.

//Depends on how you feel about Blur or City and Colour,// Jono mused, glancing sideways over his shoulder at Bob once he'd managed to sort of re-gain his dignity. //The Decemberists, Tom Jones,// he tilted his head. //Zombies?//

Shrug?

[nuclear_snide]

"I'm not terribly fond of zombies," Bob said. "Unless this is the ones in the club?"

[furnaceface]

//Eeehm, no,// Jono replied, shaking his head a little. //They're a rock band. From England? From back in the sixties, though they've been active off and on since.//

There was a pause, and then Jono waved a hand, making his way into the shelving to pick out one of their albums.

//I suppose listing titles wouldn't do much good for you, hm? Care to give them a listen?//

[bluhblahbluh]

It was late when Drac finally made up his mind to stop in at the Groovy Tunes.

"Hello? Jonothon?" Or was today one of the student employees' shifts? Maybe he should have called ahead...

[furnaceface]

//Hey, Dracula,// Jono greeted, peering up from behind the counter. He had another hour or so to go before heading back to Hannibal's to pack for the school trip, and in that time he'd hoped to at least make certain everything was in proper working order to last the time he'd be away.

Fortunately, music shops were fairly straightforward.

//Heads-up, it's a fire day. I can cover it if it bothers you.//

[bluhblahbluh]

Drac was a little startled at the flames, yes. It had been a while since he'd seen his friend without the wrappings.

"Can you control them?" Which was a stupid question, so he clarified. "I mean, of course, will it trouble you to keep them close to you or is that why you wear the wrappings."

[furnaceface]

//It's what the wrappings are for, sort of,// Jono replied, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. //They're harmless. It isn't even real fire, technically. It just looks that way. It's really only dangerous once I decide I need for it to be. The wrappings are mostly just because people find the look of me unsettling, generally.//

Which was a far cry from his high school days, when he was fear personified and prone to flattening buildings and scorching his own sheets when he slept at night.

//Here, I've got a scarf...//