Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jono's head? Still killing him. Jono's mood? Still cranky. Jono's semi-adopted daughter figure? Still taking a back-seat to the apparently-too-stuck-on-one-wish-to-just-make-a-portal-to-Kathy-and-get-it-over-with-dammit near all-powerful being that resided within her.

Jono's new best friend? The little squirrel-looking thing that scampered across

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[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo had been planning to go by Jono's place today to check up on Nanika, but then she thought she remembered that he worked at Groovy Tunes some days. So she figured she'd swing by on the way, just in case.

So the door burst open and she called loudly into the shop. "Jono? You here?"

Well. She tried to call loudly, but it didn't actually make any sound.

[furnaceface]

And Jono, as a result, didn't look up right away from where he was reading a book. You know. In silence. It wasn't until a few moments later that he noticed somebody had burst through the door, and glanced up curiously.

//Oh, Ringo, luv. Didn't hear you come in.//

What? His voice was working just fine. Wasn't telepathy grand?

[soniaroadsqueen]

Ringo frowned, and tried again. But it was hard to say "I tried to say 'hi'" when, you know, there wasn't any sound.

And now her frown was deepening in confusion.

Oh, wait. This was Fandom. She sighed. And then managed a smile and a wave as she stepped into the store and let the door swing closed behind her.

[furnaceface]

And the door closed without even a squeaky hinge or a bump against the frame to show for it.

The Silence, perched on top of a Simon and Garfunkel CD, watched with keen interest as Jono nodded and waved back.

//Little quiet in here today, sorry. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?// A beat. //Nanika, I'm guessing?//