Why no, Jonothon didn't go to the meet'n'greet today. He'd had his library shift, after all, which was just perfect for avoiding almost anything remotely related to socialization.
Which, as he would happily have you believe, suited him just fine.
And now, he was winding down for the day, his guitar pulled out, lightly picking out whatever notes seemed to strike his fancy at the time. It wasn't sounding like much of anything, really. Which really did suit Jono well enough. He'd play actual music when he felt like it. Right now, he was just idly vocalizing using the only means he really had.
[Closed door, open post!]
- Room 408, Friday Evening