Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Since Jono wasn't actually teaching this semester, he only felt a little bad about opting to open the music shop today rather than head off to the picnic to scope out the fresh meat. After all, odds were good he'd be at the front of a classroom on the island again come summertime, once he'd rested up some from putting in a semester pulling double teaching duty between the island and the Jean Grey School, for Logan. Still, he figured Hannibal would fill him in if there were any students that he should really know about, figuring that he would at least recognize any of his own students from Westchester. That would have to do, for now.

Anyway, this morning had seen somebody come in and pawn off a big cardboard box of old vinyl, and it was easy enough to get his mind off of possible welcome picnic shenanigans by sorting through the selection and checking the records over for scratches and other damage before pricing them and putting them out for sale.

... After picking through the selection to snatch up what he wanted for his own personal collection first, of course.

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[sharp_as_knives]

After the picnic, Hannibal picked up his remaining coffee and sandwiches and swung by the music store. Partly because he was curious what new music Jono might have acquired, and partly because he was an incurable gossip.

"Hello," he said, greeting Jono with a hand on the shoulder before he began stripping off his outer layer. "How has your day been?"

[furnaceface]

//I have no complaints,// Jono replied, giving Hannibal an around-the-eyes smile and a nod in greeting. //I do, however, have a stack of records I'm going to be lugging home with me tonight. I know, I know, surprising, innit?//

Sure, Jonothon. Super surprising.

//And yours? You came from the picnic, didn't you?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Terribly shocking," Hannibal agreed. "Do you have a box for them?"

[furnaceface]

//They came to me in a box, I can just carry them home in the same one,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders easily. //There are fewer in the box now than there were before, so they'll have no trouble fitting there.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. "Are there any I would find interesting?"

[furnaceface]

//Probably a few,// Jono replied, giving Hannibal a wry look. //How about some hard rock theremin?//

Yes, he was well aware that 'Jono brings home a Led Zep album' was a scenario that hadn't turned out well the last time it had happened. But dammit, he hadn't sold his soul while buying this one, okay?

[sharp_as_knives]

That was a very good start, yes.

"This is the one you were telling me about?" Hannibal asked, fishing a moment for the name. "Jimmy Page?"

[furnaceface]

//The very same,// Jono agreed with a nod. //Basically the first name I think of when I try to come up with rock acts that use the theremin. It might give you a bit of a basis to play around with, if you ever want to mix things up a little.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"In that case, I look forward to it." Hannibal leaned on the counter next to Jono and looked out over the shop. "You'll be spending more time here, then, in lieu of teaching?"

[furnaceface]

//Most likely,// Jono agreed, looking around the shop as well. //I mean, I hardly need to. Maria and Lottie and Eggsy have it more or less handled through the week. But it's a comfortable sort of thing, being here. This shop and I go way back, after all, and there's always something to do.//

It lacked excitement, generally, but Jono was never quite bored. That had to count for something or other.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You'll have more time to help plan for the wedding, then," Hannibal said, grinning.

[furnaceface]

//... Walked right into that one, didn't I?//

Yes, Jono. Yes you had.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Yes," Hannibal agreed, smiling. "Don't worry; I'll help." He set his hand on the counter behind them, letting Jono lean back into his arm.

"Would you like to hear about the new people?" he asked.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob left the picnic a bit early, after determining there weren't many terribly interesting people there.

He walked through the wall into the music store. "A new book, you said?"

[furnaceface]

Ah, Bob. Sometimes Jono wondered if you went out of your way to enter the building through any part of it except the door.

//A new book, I said,// Jono agreed. //I've even got it here with me today. Though I might be too boring to do much reading, this afternoon.//

He hadn't let go of that 'boring' comment yet, no.

[nuclear_snide]

Well, of course he did. Why not?

Bob rolled his eyes. "You'd be less boring if you'd read."

[furnaceface]

//I'd be more inclined to read if you'd stop calling me boring,// Jono countered. //I might take it to heart, you know. Really embrace the boring that I've got going already.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Fine." Bob sighed. "You're not boring at all. You're incredibly stimulating and make my existence a brighter place simply by being near. Now, will you please read?"

[furnaceface]

Jono rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and then went rummaging for the book.

//Do you often get told that you're an utter tit, Bob?//

[nuclear_snide]

"Not in almost a hundred years," Bob said. "Been staying in this country, remember?"

These days he mostly got called an ass.

[furnaceface]

//Well, then allow me the privilege of being the first in a century,// Jono replied, holding up the book so that Bob could see the busty ladies on the cover. //You're an utter tit, Bob.//

[nuclear_snide]

Bob smirked. "Less about mine, more about theirs." He settled in expectantly.

[furnaceface]

//Right, right,// Jono muttered, settling in and opening the book to the first page. //Voices or not, this time?//

... It was a habit he'd gotten into while reading for the kids at the library, and for Artie and Leech well before them. Sometimes he forgot that not all audiences weren't five.

But hey, maybe Bob wanted to hear the lead busty girl talk dirty in a woman's voice. It wasn't like that was difficult for Jono to manage.

[nuclear_snide]

"Reader's choice," Bob decided magnanimously. If he were getting read to, that was enough for him.

[furnaceface]

//Yer too kind, mate,// Jono replied, before shrugging his shoulders and starting to read.

You were getting voices, Bob. This was a thing that was happening, now.

//Prologue. Autumn 1817. Verity huddled into the murk by the chimney stack, watching through the shifting veil of rain as the two men, little more than dense shadows in the pouring blackness, carried their grisly burden from the cottage to the cart. The horse between the shafts tucked his tail in and stamped restlessly, snorting as the stench of death reached him. The boy at his head murmured in shaking tones and held his lantern higher...//

Yep. For Bob, he'd gotten a Harlequin romance novel.