Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

There was music at the Groovy Tunes today.

This was, granted, something akin to saying that there were books at the library, and that there was snow at the North Pole, and that people, as a general rule, tended to do things like breathe air and eat food. But there was a marked difference in the music that was being played, if nothing else.

Jonothon wasn't playing anything on the stereo. He was playing songs that nobody had ever heard before, because he was in the middle of the writing process. He had, after all, promised Ino that he'd throw together a few songs for her. And writing was easy enough for him, really. The trouble was that she'd asked for happy songs, and he was having difficulty delivering.

//Needs more trite drivel about sunshine, don't you think, Joni?//

The kitten blinked up at him, and then got back to swatting one of his guitar picks across the floor. How was she supposed to know?

[Open, OCD-free, and I'm actually home all day, today! Tuesdays off! IT IS AMAZING.]

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[intraspective]

"And moons," she amended. "Possibly ribbons."

He really shouldn't ask her for these suggestions no.

"Um," she tilted her head, "maybe kinda ballady?"

[furnaceface]

... Moons and ribbons. He'd have to sneak in a few errant uses of the word 'sparkle' to see if she even noticed.

//I think I can manage that,// he finally decided. //We'll try to keep it from turning into a ten-minute epic, though.//

[intraspective]

"I could hug you," she said, beaming at him. "You're totally awesome for this, you know that?"

[furnaceface]

//Please, no hugs.// Jono even inched back in his seat a little at that statement, kind of positioning his guitar between them. //But I can live with being 'awesome,' I suppose. There're worse ways to be, after all.//

And he fully expected royalties. So there.

[intraspective]

"I've hugged you before," she said, with a sigh that totally didn't touch the way her eyes sparkled. "The moon song, then. And--maybe something 'bout, hm... trees and stuff. Greenery?"

[furnaceface]

//With th'way you're suggesting things like that, a person could almost think you were planning to perform for the inside of a concrete block,// Jono mused, not even remotely aware of how accurate that statement kind of was. //True love and th'moon, stars through th'trees... something. I'll figure something out.//

[intraspective]

Ino winced.

"You ain't far off. Midgar don't got a sky. And greenery is super rare."

[furnaceface]

//Sounds like a ruddy charming place to be,// Jonothon intoned, almost darkly.

Lovely. Truly.

//Right, then. I'll write them a song, and you can sing them into a bleedin' rainforest if that's what they want. Give me... a week or so. We'll figure something out for you.//

[intraspective]

"It's not that bad," she defended, stung. "I like it. It's very alive."

That wasn't the point, Ino.

"Thank you, though--should I show up next week or something?"

[furnaceface]

//Can't hurt. I'm here every Tuesday, after all. Easiest place to know where to find me, with the added bonus of me having my guitar here nine times out of ten, as well.//

So, really, why bother meeting him anywhere else, right?

[intraspective]

Well, she could stalk his room.

"Watch it," Ino laughed, "you say that and then we'll never stop seein' each other everywhere else." She glanced at her watch. "I've got to go--lunch break is almost up. We good 'till next week?"

[furnaceface]

//I think we've got everything figured out that we need to,// Jonothon decided, waving toward the door. //Butterflies and all.//

[intraspective]

"Good," she said, heading for the door with a laugh. "I love the butterflies, keep it up, and all of that!"

Sunflower, sunflower...