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The Beach, Monday Afternoon
Jono still hadn't managed to figure out how in the world a cloudy day could still possibly manage to be so bloody hot. Fortunately, and in spite of popular belief, he did in fact own clothing that wasn't black leather. Black jeans, black t-shirts, a good deal of black lived in his wardrobe, yes. But at least it wasn't all leather.

Only mostly.

After picking Didi up for their date, they'd made a run to Turtle & Canary almost immediately. She'd wanted a Squishy, and he was in need of a cup of ice. Just ice. It didn't have to have flavour to it, after all. It wasn't as though he was going to drink it.

Just... occasionally he'd run one over the bandages along the back of his neck, was all. Some of the leather in his wardrobe didn't swap out so easily, was the thing.

//All in all, I don't know that I can actually find anything to complain about, today,// Jonothon found himself musing as they made their way along the beach. //That's almost new and exciting, all on its own.//

[For that girl!]


2010-06-14 11:43 pm (UTC) (Link)

Didi took a long, thoughtful slurp of the tropical punch-flavored ice in her cup. Her walk was easy, languid; she was enjoying the time together.

"Nothing to complain about," she echoed thoughtfully. "Hmm. Is this a new leaf for Jono? Will you start helping kittens cross the street and adopting little old ladies next?"


2010-06-14 11:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

//I've never met a kitten I wasn't willing to help across the street,// Jono replied, bemused. //But adopting little old ladies depends entirely on whether or not they've been housebroken, luv.//

See, Jono could still be a stick in the mud about the important things.


2010-06-15 12:01 am (UTC) (Link)

"That's kind of a personal question to ask a little old lady," Didi offered solemnly. "But I guess if you're going to the trouble of adopting her..."

It was justified stick-in-the-mud-ness!


2010-06-15 12:04 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono offered a quick nod, reaching into his cup to pull out another ice cube.

//Bloody right,// he decided. //And she better be well-behaved, otherwise. No messing on th'floor, no scratching up th'furniture. No shedding on my laundry. Th'worst thing for black clothing is white hair all over it, everybody knows that.//


2010-06-15 12:12 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi reached for an ice cube of her own from the cup, letting the water melt on her fingers. "Of course," she agreed. "That's why I don't have one. And you have to make sure she's all right with being bathed. You don't want your dorm room to smell like little old lady all of the time."


2010-06-15 12:17 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono shot her a glance, complete with just the slightest of smiles, and then tossed his ice cube lightly at her shoulder before digging for another one.

//There are worse smells,// he pointed out. //Though... Off th'top of my head, I can't think of many. Perhaps I should just be satisfied keeping Jak in th'room. At least he does a well enough job of bathing himself without my help.//


2010-06-15 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi chucked the remnants of her own ice cube square at his forehead. "Thanks for the visual," she said. "What's with Jak, anyhow? It's hard to keep track of people in the cabins. I haven't even seen Jaime."


2010-06-15 12:31 am (UTC) (Link)

//I haven't seen much of Jak either,// Jono admitted, wrinkling his nose a little as the ice bounced off of his forehead, leaving a tiny smear of water in its wake. //Of course, I have to admit I haven't been getting out much around th'cabins. Campfires are good for socializing when they're lit, and it's been too naffin' hot out lately to bother with that.//


2010-06-15 12:35 am (UTC) (Link)

"I know what you mean," Didi said. "I like the woods, and I like having a change, but I'll be glad to be back to my real room. I miss my stuff."

She leaned in, lightly, to kiss that wee drop of water away. It was a matter of efficiency.


2010-06-15 12:43 am (UTC) (Link)

Well, Jonothon certainly wasn't about to argue. He happened to be a big fan of Didi's lips.

And, just this once, he was going to very pointedly not dwell on how he'd be an even bigger fan of those lips if only he could kiss them back. But just this once.

//And I miss having a door that closes and locks,// Jono added. And, to make up for his inability to kiss her back, he was going to just reach around to snake his arm around her middle, instead.


2010-06-15 01:02 am (UTC) (Link)

She settled against his shoulder, black t-shirt to black t-shirt. "I miss having a real kitchen," she said. "Not that I cook that often, I just ... miss cooking smells. And privacy."


2010-06-15 01:07 am (UTC) (Link)

Privacy was forever going to be Jono's major sticking point. For what he figured were probably obvious reasons.

//Actually... I miss cooking smells as well, luv.// He glanced her way. //I didn't think I would. At least it's almost time to move back to th'dorms, at least?//


2010-06-15 01:11 am (UTC) (Link)

"Is it?" Didi asked. "I lost track. It feels like we've been in the cabins forever."

She mused, "Do you think we'll do this again next session?"


2010-06-15 01:20 am (UTC) (Link)

//I hope not,// Jono sighed. //It's been near a month, now. I'm beginning to forget what being around people with testosterone feels like.//

It was sad because it was true.


2010-06-15 01:32 am (UTC) (Link)

He got a sharp look for that. "Sorry, I didn't know you wanted me to keep my estrogen out of your room."


2010-06-15 01:39 am (UTC) (Link)

And she got a wry glance back, in turn.

//I make definite exceptions for Didi-estrogen,// he decided. //And will, on occasion, be known to comment about things like yellow butterfly barrettes, at that.//

Only around Didi. Only around Didi.

//I also miss being able to change my clothing without worrying if my curtain is drawn shut enough.//


2010-06-15 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)

"And now I wonder if I technically have estrogen," Didi said, before dismissing it as a subject for another time. It was just weird to be human sometimes.

"I know what you mean, though. Not much space to change your bandages in an alcove."


2010-06-15 01:54 am (UTC) (Link)

//And Jak isn't particularly adverse to a few minutes of fire in th'morning when I'm getting ready for class,// Jono noted. //I don't think anyone in th'cabin's really noticed anything beyond th'smell. But... well.//

Awkward. Yes.

//I keep worrying I'm going to scorch th'walls,// he confided.

Edited at 2010-06-15 01:54 am (UTC)


2010-06-15 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)

"Oh, Jono," Didi said compassionately. "You won't scorch the walls. And if you do, it goes with the whole campsite thing, right?"

Edited at 2010-06-15 02:06 am (UTC)


2010-06-15 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)

Leave it to Didi to put these things into proper perspective.

//A bit like a portable campfire, you mean?//

He wasn't entirely certain what to make of that. Only he was pretty sure that it was a good idea not to take it as a bad thing.


2010-06-15 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)

"Maybe." Didi made a face that looked as if she was trying not to laugh. "Am I going to come visit you and find your cabinmates roasting marshmallows over your chest?"


2010-06-15 02:29 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono squinted a little at that particular mental image. There were shades of not-quite-right in that statement, really.

//I don't actually know if that would be hygienic.//


2010-06-15 01:17 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Probably it's hygenic. But it'd be a lot weird."


2010-06-15 06:23 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Bio-nuclear marshmallows,// Jono deadpanned. //All th'rage lately in America, I suppose. Soon everybody will be wanting them.//

Alas, supply and demand was doing to mean issues for anyone who needed their marshmallows Jono-toasted.


2010-06-15 06:34 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Too bad there's only one Jono and he's mine," Didi said. "... and I don't really like marshmallows enough to use him to toast them."


2010-06-15 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

//Presumably, he'd be useful for popcorn and toast, as well,// mused Jono, coming to a pause on the beach and turning to look out over the water.

//Though I can't imagine either attempt could possibly end well, either.//


2010-06-15 07:26 pm (UTC) (Link)

Didi stooped, gathering up shells. "It doesn't strike me as the best way to cook," she understated. "At least, not as long as microwaves exist."