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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

If there was any one thing in the world that could pick Jonothon up out of a crabby mood, it was being literally surrounded by rows upon rows of CDs. And then there was that section over there for vinyl! Vinyl!

He was doing a very admirable job of not prancing as he pored over all of the different genres and bands, albums and singles and and and ooooh, there were DVDs over there with videos on them! Videos! MTV's great shortcoming as of late was being made up for here, and all was once again right in the world.

And all the while, some of the older Pearl Jam was blaring in the background at a volume that was possibly entirely too loud for a business in town, or, if you asked Jono, just barely loud enough for a music store.

Groovy Tunes was so open, yes.

[~~Just after come wee~~ OCD is up, and we are open!]

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He'll even turn the music down a smidgen if you complain about the volume.

Until you leave, and then he'll crank it up even more loudly just because he can.

Right, so Didi still wasn't sure what had been going on Thursday night, but clearly it was something. She wasn't exactly the make-out-with-random-girl-on-a-boy's-lap kind of entity.

But if she avoided Jono, it would get weirder than it was. (Plus, she just liked seeing him. So shoot her.) So she quickly scarfed a sandwich before heading to his shop during her lunch break.

"Hey," she said, then shouted over the music. "HEY! HOW ARE YOU?"

//Wot?// Jono didn't need to shout back, fortunately. Telepathy made that easy enough to avoid, and he was actually getting used to not yelling over audible sound. Someone should thank him for that one, sometime? //I can't hear yer over th'mus-- Riiiiight.//

And down went the volume, and Jono was left standing there, looking somewhat sheepish.

//Afternoon, luv.//

That whole process gave Didi the giggles. "Hi," she said, once she'd recovered a little. "So, give me the grand tour?"

Jono couldn't help but laugh a little as well. Her giggles were infectious, dammit.

//That's easy enough,// he replied, gesturing about with his hand. //The till, the music. Over there, vinyl, which is going to eat away a healthy part of my paycheque, and most of th'rest of it is CDs. Not many cassettes about nowadays, I've noticed.//

He didn't seem to mind. Less a chance that his favourite music would get chewed on by the player.

//Videos over there, and band shirts. I might have to go poking through those, later.//

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"The cassette went extinct," Didi agreed easily, glancing around. "Kind of too bad, huh? I remember there was this whole art of mix tapes, and now it's just gone."

//Burned CDs just really lack the same sort of ring, don't they?// He rested his hands on his hips for a moment, and then shrugged and made his way back out from behind the counter. //From what I gather, they take far less effort. I wouldn't really know. I don't think I could figure out how to burn a disc to save my life, really.//

Well, maybe to save his life.

"I could figure it out if I had to," Didi shrugged. "I just ... computers seem really cold. Besides, the effort always looks like some of the fun."

//I imagine it makes all the difference in the world when yer makin' a mix tape for somebody,// Jono mused. //It's the difference between 'here, I slapped some music onto this CD for yer,' and 'I spent all afternoon copying these songs to cassette because I thought yer might like them.'//

"It's like the difference between writing a poem for somebody and just copying out some Pablo Neruda," Didi agreed. "Pablo's nice, but ... not the same commitment."

//Any bloke can just throw something together at the last minute,// Jono agreed. And then he laughed again. He was in good company for laughing, really. //Now yer have me wanting to make one. For all the good it does without a tape deck and a blank cassette, really.//

"There's the used stuff store," Didi pointed out. "And ... you know you're taking to the clerk at the shop with everything except duct tape, right? I bet we have some cassette tapes. Somewhere."

She raised an eyebrow. "Want a challenge?"

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//Yer tempting me,// Jono noted, about as pointedly as he possibly could. Mostly, this involved crossing his arms over his chest and lifting an eyebrow challengingly.

Somebody was going to go scavenging for the fundamentals for a mix tape, now, yes. //Challenge away, luv.//

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"Tempted by Death sounds like some bad TV movie," Didi noted idly. "'Please make me a mix tape' is kind of lacking in drama, now."

She was not biting back a grin. That was ... a cramp in her cheek.

It was a bloody adorable cramp, at that. Jono had one much like it, really.

//Well, since yer asked so nicely, luv.//

"Awesome. And I'm trusting your taste," she said, lightly teasing.

//Yer mean yer actually think I have taste?// He was capable of teasing right back, yes. Why?

"Mmmmm, debatable, but I'll pretend to think you do for the sake of argument."

//This is going to make for one bloody interesting mix tape, luv.//

He might have to make two. One for songs that were in terrible taste, and then something to make up for it.

"I like interesting," Didi informed him.

She paused for a moment there, and was flicking through a display of soundtracks when she added, "So, have you bumped into Jean lately?"

.. no, Jono. Not the way Didi bumped into her.

Oh, welcome back to Awkwardland, population: Them.

//Jean? No, not since... Er. Thursday.//

How was it possible for a guy with no pulse to blush so much? The world might never know.

"Me either," Didi said, in as neutral a tone as she could manage. She still wasn't looking up from the display. "That wasn't -- I'm not dating her or anything."

Nudge. Nudge. Hint.

"I think something went weird at the party. I kissed Karla too."

//Glitter,// Jono replied, nodding faintly. //It seemed entirely unlike th'both of yer, really.//

Which, in retrospect, kind of made him into a jerk for letting them keep on while in his lap, yes.

//I thought glitter was only supposed to do that t'boys, mind.//

"You're asking the island to follow its own rules, Jono," Didi said, mock-stern. "It doesn't do that."

"But I think I either missed the glitter warnings entirely, or brushed them off."

//After I spent a week being randomly pelted with pudding, I decided it was probably a good idea to take warnings like that t'heart,// Jono replied.

Speaking pretty figuratively, yes.

//I'm filing them in the same place as I'm filing the ones about gremlins, zombies, and animal transformations. Weird, but entirely plausible.//

"Everything's plausible here," Didi said. "It's kind of freeing, isn't it? Any crazy story you can think of, it probably will happen here."

//Freeing isn't the word I might have most readily used,// Jono noted, and then he shrugged a little. //But it is a good word for it, I suppose. At the same time, it's... worrisome, perhaps. People are so quick to accept any difference at all, I can't help but find myself waiting for the'moment where they decide that no, something isn't alright about things after all.//

"Do you think that'll do you any good?" Didi asked, as gently as she could manage. "I mean, if it's going to happen, it'll happen whether you worry or not, right?"

"But it is weird," she had to concede. "I think Alex Karev's the only person who thinks I'm nuts."

//I haven't met him, yet,// Jonothon replied, shaking his head slightly. //Probably for the best. He'd be likely to be the other shoe, dropping.//

He paused, then, trying to figure out how to phrase what he had to say next.

//I don't think it's so much that I'm trying to worry, luv. I think it's more that if I let it drop, if I accept that people will accept me and then I let myself get used to it, it'll hit twice as hard the moment I'm wrong.//

"Oh." Didi winced, finally turning toward him. "I wish I could tell you not to worry and it would never happen."

But that would be lying.

//But the world just doesn't work that way. I know, gel. It's fine.//

If nothing else, he was something of a realist. Sometimes. It was his turn to pretend to be absolutely fascinated with the soundtracks selection, now.

//Until that happens, I suppose people are going to just keep surprising me.//

Didi was an oddly optimistic realist. It wasn't that she thought everything would be sunshine and puppies; it was that she knew how all stories ended (with her) and so she tended to enjoy the good parts and try to shake off the rest.

"Jono?" she said, quietly. "Hey, we will. Here. And when that changes -- I'm sorry."

She almost wanted to tell him not to feel sorry for himself, but she knew that might just blow up in her face. Shyly, she brushed her fingers against his.

He looked down at her hand, his hand... Their hands. And he found his fingers close around hers even while his eyebrows furrowed a little and the flames in his chest twisted around themselves uncomfortably.

And then he looked up at her, curiously. Cautiously, even.

//Yer wanted to see?//

She wanted to see ... it was perhaps not to Didi's credit that it took her a minute to put together what he was asking. For a second, as she from the heat of his fingers intertwining with hers, his only answer was a furrowed brow.

"Oh! Yes." Her thumb ran along a span of palm. "If you're ready?"

[OOC: Though I'll be AFK tonight, so I almost wonder if tomorrow would be better so we aren't SPing this.]

He cast his look upward, now, taking in the security cameras around the store.

//Not here.// His gaze shifted to something more apologetic. //Tomorrow, perhaps? Someplace where it'll be just us. Closed doors.//

He wasn't going to let go of her hand right away, no. It seemed to fit, there. And that scared the hell out of him.

[Tomorrow, yay!]

Because it is entirely possible to make several rounds about the store today without him even hearing you.

Jono got my dream job. *shakes a fist at him*

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