Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

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Jono had a kitten.

Jono wasn't entirely certain what in the world to do with this kitten, but he hadn't managed to accidentally light her on fire or anything yet, and so, bolstered by this wave of good luck, he'd decided to bring her to work with him today.

It had been a bit of a challenge to get little Joni to work along with his guitar and his amp and the supplies that she'd need to last the day outside of his room, but he'd managed, and now Joni was curled up atop his amp, purring merrily while Jono played some Both Sides Now in her honour.

She was enjoying the warmth that the amp gave off, and Jono knew that full well. But that wasn't going to stop him from seranading the kitty.

Shut up.

[They paved the OCD and put up a parking lot! I'll be gone for a small chunk of the day, but I'll be back to grab pings when I get home from class!]

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Happy Tuesday, Jono!" Ariel bounced into the shop after her own shift at the clothing store, ready to bring Jono his weekly dose of infectiously cheerful redheaded mermaid.

She spotted the kitten almost immediately.

"You have a new friend!"

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//I do,// Jono agreed, casting the kitten a look that was intended to be dubious, but mostly just came off as 'awwww.'

He was pussy-whipped in the most family-friendly possible interpretation of the term.

//Her name's Joni.//

And Joni was currently purring up a storm from atop Jonothon's amp. So warm! So rumbly!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Joni!" Of course Ariel was going to be going right to the amp, kneeling down beside it and showering the kitten with beaming smiles and little little pets. "I'm Ariel! You enjoy Jono's music, too, huh?"

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Oooh, there was indeed something better in the world than warm rumbly amplifiers, and Joni had just discovered it! Smiles and pets! Pets and smiles! That was totally what made the world go 'round! Which meant that (with a streeeetch and a yawn) Joni was going to purr a little more loudly, walking back and forth in an effort to assist Ariel in her petting pursuits.

//She thinks the amplifier is warm,// Jonothon explained. //I suppose it's like the October equivalent of a ray of sunshine. She'd probably be just as happy if I just plugged it in and played nothing at all.//

But that wouldn't be half as much fun.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

And that earned Jono a nice, firm look of eye-rolling skepticism.

But there was a kitten in clear need of petting that demanded her attention only shift briefly. "Listen to him," she told the kitten. "Always so modest."

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Joni was being spoken to! This meant that it was necessary to mew! Mew!

//It isn't modesty,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes right back. //She would've spent last night on my amp as well, if she hadn't decided that my chest would be so much more comfortable. She likes warm things.//

Now all at once everyone, picture Jono with a kitty curled up on him, trying not to move to disturb her while at the same time freaking out a little because all that separated the kitten from fire was a bit of leather.

Awww.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Adorable!

"Just because she likes things warm," Ariel reasoned, "doesn't mean she doesn't like good music as well." And then right back to the kitten, because, really, they could have a whole conversation comprised of Ariel babbling and mews. "Isn't that right, Joni? The warmth is just an added bonus, isn't it?"

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Joni's response was just about the squeakiest little meow that the world had ever heard! Mew!

Jono melted a little. Again.

//Okay, then my kitten's got good taste,// Jono replied. //I suppose it's only fitting, considering her namesake. And any cat who can't appreciate th'classics probably isn't in th'proper hands.//

Mew!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Her namesake?" asked Ariel, her attention turning to Jono with the hopes that that was as much of a set-up to learn about more music like it sounded, but still didn't pause in her attention to the little kitten.

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//... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you've never heard of Joni Mitchell, either,// Jono replied, already moving to put his guitar on its stand so that he could rummage through the racks for an album. //Her music isn't loud, or particularly fast, not by today's standards. But they're classics.//

It was probably worth noting, also, that her guitar style was iconic as well. No wonder Jono paid her homage in kitten form, really.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Okay, Joni, you'd have to forgive Ariel for a second because she did have to stop petting you so that she could clap her hands together just a little bit. Really, she wasn't surprised Jono would have a kitten named after a musical artist, so it was an easy victory, but it still got her learning something new.

"That's okay!" she said. "I like classic, too, as long as I don't have to sing it for hours."

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//I've th'feeling that this isn't quite th'same as yer used to, luv.//

Aha! This was a good one. Prize firmly in hand (and odds high that Jonothon was going to just take this album home with him along with the kitten, the litterbox, the cat food, the guitar, and the amp), he made his way back to the stereo to plug the CD in, clicking through the songs.

Off Night Backstreet was an excellent song to introduce anybody to Joni with, he figured.

Joni of the not-Mitchell persusasion seemed to agree, pricking her ears and squeak-meowing again as the song started. Of course, this could also have been a reaction to the sudden halt of petting in favour of clapping.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, Joni. The petting would happily commence as Ariel settled in to listen to the music, a faint smile on her face as she got ready to take in what she was already liking quite a lot as it started out.

She had to grin a little more as she agreed, "Yeah, not exactly what I think when I think classic, but I like it."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind was... feeling weirdly guilty over not visiting on Sunday. Possibly because he'd given her crap for it the last time she'd stopped visiting.

Which meant she was slipping into the... music store.

And spotting the kitten.

Rosalind arched an eyebrow at it and waited for Jono to finish playing.

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Well, there was a face that Jonothon wasn't used to seeing on Tuesdays.

//Believe it or not,// he shared, raising an eyebrow as the song came to an end, //I'm hard at work right now.//

Riiight, Jono.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"How so?" she said, openly dubious. "It looks like another way to avoid work to me."

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//I work in th'music shop, luv,// Jono pointed out. //I've placed my orders for th'week, signed for several already, put out th'new stock, made certain that the hours for myself and Christian have been added up for payday, and cleaned. Now, if people come in, I'll sell them music.//

A beat.

//Did you want anything?//

It was just weird that she was here on a Tuesday! It wasn't the library, here!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

She lifted her shoulders--not far enough to be called a shrug, but a definite movement.

"Am I not allowed to simply be here?"

Yes, Jono. She came to visit you.

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And, upon making that revelation for himself, Jono was actually maybe even a tiny bit flattered.

//You are,// he replied, setting his guitar down and reaching to flick off his amp, which earned a squeaky mewl of protest from the little black and white beast that was curled up atop it. //I'll even find it in my heart to forgive you for all of th'dunkings I recieved on Friday.//

He'd have to locate a heart first, but he'd figure something out.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I don't need your forgiveness," she said loftily. "And you got off lightly."

Compared to Jacob, oh yes.

Rosalind eyed the kitten. "Who is that, Jono? Your roommate?"

... It was a relatively fair assumption to make, why yes.

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//Who, Joni?// Jono looked at the kitten, who streeetched out, and then flopped down from the amp in order to putter on over to investigate Rosalind's feet. //No, she's... actually a cat.//

A squeaky one.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind stared down at the tiny ball of puffiness.

"... Joni."

That was, well, either someone had picked an unfortunate cat-sitter or Jono had more ego than she'd guessed with a name like that.

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...

Jono was going to have to find a way to rig up a collar that played Big Yellow Taxi whenever people sounded incredulous about the name, at this rate.

//She's named after a musician,// he noted, dryly.

While Joni started licking at Rosalind's shoe. Hello, shoe!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure."

Because he was a musician as well, no?

Rosalind eyed the kitten--and her shoe--and then shifted her foot just enough to nudge at the kitten's paws gently.

... She was not playing with it. Really. Shut up.

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//Joni Mitchell,// Jono clarified, crossing his arms. //I was playing her music when you came in.//

And you better believe that he was watching your toe like a hawk, Rosalind. It wasn't that he didn't trust you. It was more that he was the most paranoid kitten owner in human history. He'd been terrified about kittens on fire since Sunday, now.

Joni, of course, had no such fears. It moved! Time to stick her little bum in the air, wriggle it about for a moment, and then pounce! She was a fierce huntress!

... One with absolutely no sense of coordination!