fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

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"Hey, even the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step," Didi said, smiling back. "And you've taken a whole bunch of steps. Maybe you're even halfway down the block by now. Just keep going. Besides, if I find out you quit, I'll have to kick your ass, right?"

"If you find out I quit and you didn't kick my ass, I'd have to wonder who you are and what you've done with Didi."

Really, now.

"Of course, I always did do better with people around to smack me upside the head when I need it."

"And if that's my function in your life, I'm happy to have it," Didi said, sincerely. "Especially if it means helping you do things you never imagined."

"And I have faith that you'll take your head-smacking duties very seriously," Jono decided. "The ones who have taken up that mantle generally understand how important it really is."

So... Didi. Hannibal. Emma. Karla.

It was a small list. Jono clearly needed to get out and meet more people to thump him when he was being stupid. Most of his old friends had moved on years ago.

"I could smack you now just to make sure I'm in practice," Didi joked. "... but I think I'll settle for a hug."

"Ooh, we're going for positive reinforcement, too?" Jono laughed again, pulling himself to his feet and opening his arms. "A hug is just fine by me, luv. Don't mind the extra padding."

"Carrot and the stick," Didi agreed solemnly. "... which is probably not the best imagery, given the padding, but whatever."

She reached to give him a brief but warm hug.

Jono's mouth fell open, and sort of stayed that way for a minute before he shook his head and started to chuckle.

"Really not the best imagery," he agreed, giving her a squeeze and then letting go again. "But I figured out what you meant."

At least there was that.

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

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