Jono was having a pretty mellow afternoon at home in his apartment, today. There was a mild sense of unease, the sort that suggested that maybe he'd left an oven on somewhere (he obviously hadn't) or possibly left the till in the music shop unlocked (he quite possibly had), but he couldn't for the life of himself figure out just where today's flavour of uncomfortable had come from. He brushed it off as nothing easily enough, at least. His entire life was a study in little nagging feelings like those. Sooner or later, he'd always figure out what that little chewing feeling was, and either he'd take care of it, it would turn out to be ultimately unimportant, or...
Or that other third option that he tried not to think about. The one that was all fire and sadness and probably people dying or something.
He set about ignoring that third option a little more vehemently the moment he let himself think about it being a possibility at all, deciding to actually tidy up a little in the living room. There were pet toys strewn about, Joni had chewed a few more feathers off of what was left of yet another replacement feather-stick, and he'd kicked his socks off somewhere, but he could only spot one of them on the floor no matter how hard he looked.
That was probably what that feeling was about. Maybe Angelo had eaten a sock.
... Rinoa's dog. Not Jono's former teammate from home.
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- The Apartment Above the Groovy Tunes, Thursday Afternoon