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fandomtownies2012-05-19 09:46 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2012-05-19 09:46 am
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The Boards, Saturday, All Day
This morning when Jono had woken up, after the inevitable falling flat on his face that he'd done in an attempt to get out of bed on two legs, and after that his attempt to run a coffee maker without benefit of opposable thumbs, he'd let out a stream of curse words that would have made a sailor blush. Or possibly Wolverine.
Look, without coffee in his system, the realization had taken a while to sink in, okay?
It had taken a bit of effort, but he eventually did manage to make it downstairs. It involved backing up slowly down the steps, because, no, there was no way in hell he was going to attempt to take them headfirst today. And he even managed the doorknob, though it was more than a touch frustrating, and he found himself telling himself before noon that he was going to start going to bed with his sonic collar on, too. This was, after all, a bit absurd.
His shift at the Boards today was going to be spent glowering at the paperwork he couldn't do, and at the music equipment he couldn't set up, and... There were posters he should finally hang, but there was no way in hell he was going to put thumbtacks into his mouth. Sigh.
The Boards were open, only a little late while Jono figured out how the hell to unlock the front door. And that was going to have to do.
[And OCD-free! Whee!]
Look, without coffee in his system, the realization had taken a while to sink in, okay?
It had taken a bit of effort, but he eventually did manage to make it downstairs. It involved backing up slowly down the steps, because, no, there was no way in hell he was going to attempt to take them headfirst today. And he even managed the doorknob, though it was more than a touch frustrating, and he found himself telling himself before noon that he was going to start going to bed with his sonic collar on, too. This was, after all, a bit absurd.
His shift at the Boards today was going to be spent glowering at the paperwork he couldn't do, and at the music equipment he couldn't set up, and... There were posters he should finally hang, but there was no way in hell he was going to put thumbtacks into his mouth. Sigh.
The Boards were open, only a little late while Jono figured out how the hell to unlock the front door. And that was going to have to do.
[And OCD-free! Whee!]
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"Although have you tried good-screaming lately? It would be one way to tire yourself out that isn't running laps or self-punishment."
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A lot of things had occurred to him as things that he could do with a whole body, now that he had one. Strangely, screaming like a lunatic hadn't been on the list.
... Screaming while wearing his collar was a different story entirely.
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"You have lungs," she agreed instead. "And a throat, mouth, and taste-buds. Which means self-medication by way of alcohol is occasionally acceptable as well, so long as we have good company and someone to bail us out of jail."
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"And that last bit would be the really important one," he noted, smiling just the slightest amount. "Knowing us, we'd last maybe a couple of hours before really needing it, too."