Jono Starsmore (
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fandomtownies2009-10-27 08:27 am
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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
//Nngh.//
Jono had gotten next to no sleep, last night. It possibly showed most clearly when he made his way into Groovy Tunes, and did not immediately crank the music up as loudly as it would go. Nope. Today was a 'walk into the shop, pick something loud and angry, and then play it very, very quietly' day.
Because with all of the emotional reverb that he'd been trying to ignore last night, he had a bit of a headache, and couldn't exactly take a Tylenol for it. Bollocks.
[The OCD has fled on account of LJ sucks and I don't want to be here for ten hours trying to post it. I work today, so I'll grab pings in the evening when I get home.]
Jono had gotten next to no sleep, last night. It possibly showed most clearly when he made his way into Groovy Tunes, and did not immediately crank the music up as loudly as it would go. Nope. Today was a 'walk into the shop, pick something loud and angry, and then play it very, very quietly' day.
Because with all of the emotional reverb that he'd been trying to ignore last night, he had a bit of a headache, and couldn't exactly take a Tylenol for it. Bollocks.
[The OCD has fled on account of LJ sucks and I don't want to be here for ten hours trying to post it. I work today, so I'll grab pings in the evening when I get home.]

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//Does he come with a hat?//
Pirates. Hats. It made sense, right?
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She was evaluating Jono as she talked. It could be her imagination, but she had the feeling he was not having the best of days.
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She exhaled. "Can I ask what's up?"
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//It's nothing, really. Bit of a headache, is all.//
Brought on by a fierce mental hammering sometime in the dead of the night, yes. But still a headache.
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Since he clearly wasn't going to take aspirin, anyhow. She looked over his shoulder. "What's in there?"
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And at Jono.
She held up her hand and traced the web of skin between thumb and first finger. "This. I forget what it's called, but if you press hard it's supposed to make your head stop hurting. Acupuncture thing."
She felt driven to add, "It stings like a bitch."
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//I can handle a sting in my hand, luv. So long as it gets rid of th'bloody ache in my head.//
The drawer junk was... certainly junky. Dead pens, some erasers which served no purpose in a drawer full of pens. Paper clips, but no paper. A pack of chewing gum? And a roll of price stickers.
//Maybe we could use receipt paper...//
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"... it can be a hatless pirate," she added. "He'll start a trend."
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//He'll make all of the other pirates wish they didn't have one, too. They'll be jealous that he had the foresight to go without in th'first place.//
That kinda made sense, somehow.
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She rested his hand in hers loosely, back of it to to her palm, smiled to put him at ease, took the web of skin between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, and pressed like hell.
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//No bloody wonder it works,// he decided. //It makes one hell of a convincing distraction. Yer head forgets that it's supposed to be hurting in th'first place.//
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[Night!]
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