Jono had woken up this morning, done all of his usual 'waking up in the morning' things. Stretched. Worked out. Showered. Made disgruntled faces at himself in the bathroom mirror. Listened to the news.
Hit up the internet again to confirm the news, ignoring the fact that these days, he was still pretending to have no idea how.
And then he immediately retreated downstairs to pick up his guitar and play Ziggy Stardust. It was what he'd been playing when he'd met the man, and... look... this sucked. He could sulk into his music for a while if he bloody well wanted to.
[OOC: ... He couldn't not have a reaction to this, and neither could I. Open for monumental slowplay, since I'm leaving for work in ten minutes.]
- Hannibal's House (which might as well be Jono's house), Monday Morning