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Room 408, Monday Evening
//Yer know,// Jono mused, picking at his guitar as he eyed the bright red bird who had been an unexpected flatmate for the past week, //I don't mind yer bein' a bird, Jean. As a matter of fact, th'company hasn't been too terrible, and yer not as messy as I'd expected yer might be. Yer haven't shat on anything in my room, at least.//

This was not Jonothon in any way, shape, or form contemplating getting a pet for himself, no.

//But I can't so much as change my trousers without kickin' yer out into th'hallway, and my bandages are starting to smell about th'same as the gunpowder we made in class today. If yer could do me a favour? Just one tiny favour? And turn back soon, I'd be most appreciative.//

He'd been saying this pretty much like clockwork every evening for a week, now. Sharing the room with Jak was one thing. Sharing the room with Jak and a bird was another. Sharing the room with Jak and a bird who happened to also be a bird in that very British sense of the word? Awkward. Very, very bloody awkward.

[For the bird!]


2009-11-17 12:49 am (UTC) (Link)

Oh, like she wanted to be a bird still. She had to stay in a boy's room and it smelled a little.

Not like the way Jono normally smelled, but... Look, boys just didn't know how to keep everything clean. Unless they were Scott.

Jean sighed and cooed something that may have been his name in bird.


2009-11-17 12:54 am (UTC) (Link)

And Jono, naturally, gave his eyes a bit of a roll and returned to his guitar. He wasn't even sure if she understood what he was saying, here, and there he was, babbling on to the most fancy looking chicken he had ever seen as though he expected her to babble back.

//Yer losin' yer bloody mind, Starsmore. Yer know that, right?//

If talking to the bird wasn't an indication of that, then the fact that he was attempting to play Jonas Brothers music in order to appease the turkey might be.


2009-11-17 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)

For which, Jean adored him so very much. Because that was making this being a bird thing so much easier to handle. Even if her attempts to sing along left something to be desired.

She hopped over toward the dresser, trying to take care of some restlessness after so long stuck like this.


2009-11-17 01:07 am (UTC) (Link)

//Maybe I ought to get yer one of those bird toys from that pet shop in town,// Jono mused as he played, watching her hop about. If nothing else, he supposed, she was a very flashy sort of bird.

Maybe he ought to get a parrot.

... No, Jono.

//Yer know, with th'beads and the rope, somethin' to pick apart. Birds like that sort of thing, don't they?//


2009-11-17 01:26 am (UTC) (Link)

A parrot would be fun, though! Give her little playmate...

Jean squawked in annoyance, ruffling her feathers up to give him a piece of her mind. "--not a bird!"

That crash? Jean falling off his dresser onto the ground as a human.


2009-11-17 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)

And that crash would be Jono shooting to his feet, dropping his guitar to the floor in shock.

And that silence? That painfully awkward silence? That would be Jonothon realizing that he was staring.

//Oh, bloody hell.//


2009-11-17 01:33 am (UTC) (Link)

And Jean staring back in absolute horror before she gathered enough wits to telekinetically yank the blanket off his bed to cover herself with.

"Stop staring!" Oh em gee, Jono you perv.

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2009-11-17 01:23 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi didn't have class or work Monday, so the evening found her a bit at loose ends as she tapped on Jono's door.

"Jono? I'm bored. What are you doing? Are you even there?"


2009-11-17 01:27 am (UTC) (Link)

//Nope,// Jono reported, still somewhat bug-eyed after a still being played run-in with a bird in a somewhat shocking state of undress. //Yer talkin' to an empty room, luv.//

No, she wasn't.

//Fortunately, th'door isn't locked. As a matter of fact, some mysterious force is opening it at this very moment.//

That mysterious force called Jono. With his hand. Ooooooh. Aaaaaaah. All shall wonder in awe. Et cetera.


2009-11-17 01:36 am (UTC) (Link)

"Impressive trick," Didi said, stepping through the magically open door. "Are there rabbits and hats in your next one?"


2009-11-17 01:41 am (UTC) (Link)

//Not even hardly.// Jono nodded his hello to her, moving aside to let her into the room. //Why, do yer think I ought to take up magic tricks in my spare time? I already have a touch of experience with the 'mysterious bird turns into angry ginger' trick, apparently.//

As a matter of fact, his guitar was still on the floor. He'd probably weep over it later.


2009-11-17 01:44 am (UTC) (Link)

"I think you would rock a magician gig," Didi decided right then and there, eyes holding a question as they skittered to the guitar. "Card tricks, coin tricks .... so Jean's done with life as a parrot?"

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2009-11-17 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Pardon Jonothon. He had to bury his face in his hand and nod. Yes. Yes, Jean was absolutely done with life as a parrot, and he was very, very sorry that he'd been staring, but there had been a naked girl on his floor where once there had been none, and it had been a bit of a shock, and it was amazing how truly eloquent a facepalm could be, wasn't it?

//Oh, yes. She's so very done with life as a parrot.//

Or whatever the hell she'd been.


2009-11-17 01:52 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi got a pretty clear picture of what had happened from the expression on his face. Jono could teach classes in how to say a lot with facepalming.

"So you got an eyeful," she said. "... should I be jealous? Or just glad you aren't both dead of embarassment?"

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2009-11-17 01:57 am (UTC) (Link)

And that there, that would be Jonothon very slowly and deliberately shaking his head. Because if he was slow and deliberate, then he wouldn't be flailing about like a complete plonker.

//I wasn't even looking, so much as I was tryin' to get my brain started up again,// he replied. //One moment, bird, the next moment, not bird.//

He was possibly going to be a little bug-eyed for just about the rest of his life.

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