Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

//You were somehow behind this, weren't you?//

Jono was having a day. The sort of day that had him coming to work wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and one sock. It would have been two socks, but he'd turned his back on the other one for all of two seconds that morning after his daily run because Joni had knocked over a lamp.

Presumably because his shirt making a bid for freedom had spooked the hell out of her.

And Jono could blame Fandom today. It wasn't as though it would be difficult, after all. But it was a Saturday, which meant that he'd be at the Groovy Tunes, and that meant that his favourite scapegoat was going to be right there.

//Don't even try to tell me otherwise.//

The stereo, unimpressed, simply turned itself on and started playing Hot In Herre.

//I hate you.//

[OOC: Idek. Open! OCD-free because lazy, as usual.]

Comments

[nuclear_snide]

"I always want to borrow a body," Bob answered. "But I'd think clothes would be an adequate repayment. I can even make it wedding-presentable, if you want."

Face it, Jono, you were probably going to end up in a suit anyway; Bob didn't really know how jeans worked.

[furnaceface]

Jono was squinting again.

...

//Do it.//

He wasn't going to a wedding in one sock and a pair of sweaty trousers.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob beamed.

And then disappeared.

Then there was the whole "this head is too small for the both of us, really, but we'll manage somehow" feeling, and Bob clapped Jono's hands together. "Right. Clothing alteration." He stretched and wiggled his/Jono's fingers and started mentally reviewing what he'd need.

[furnaceface]

Jono, meanwhile, just sort of mentally raised an eyebrow, but settled back to let Bob work.

Don't make me regret this, Bob.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob sniffed. //Hardly.//

Most of the ingredients were simple; the hardest part was getting the existing clothing to stay still long enough to be transformed. He solved that problem by putting the radio on one end and a chair on the other.

And hush, Jono; it wasn't that the spell needed nudity, it was that it was damned hard to transform something while you were wearing it!

[furnaceface]

Jono was going to facepalm forever just as soon as he had his body back and trousers on again.

If anybody walks in right now, I swear to god...

[nuclear_snide]

Bob sighed and waved a hand at the door, locking it. //Satisfied?//

He gathered his power, stomped on the trousers one last time, and triggered the spell before they could move again.

A few minutes later, and Jono had nice black trousers and a jacket, a dark red shirt, two socks, and somewhat flimsy but nice-looking black shoes. (Bob had thought they were probably more useful than a waistcoat and tie.) //Can you do without pants?//

[furnaceface]

Unless something goes terribly wrong, nobody'll be looking in my trousers at the wedding, Jono pointed out. I'll survive.

Just so long as the clothes didn't turn back to sweats at the stroke of midnight or something.

[nuclear_snide]

The spell was permanent, Jono. Hope you hadn't really liked those sweatpants or that sock.

Though now its mate, when it came back, was liable to be lonely.

With a sigh, Bob let Jono have his body back. "Well, there you are. If you can grab these before they get away." They were already bucking a little.

[furnaceface]

... That was weird as hell, yeah. Clothes. Clothes, why.

//Thank you, Bob,// Jono replied, kind of making a dive for the clothes and pulling them on as quickly as possible. Which made for a sloppy job tucking everything in, but to hell with it, Hannibal would likely adjust every thread of that fabric before they went to New Gotham anyway. //For this, you can have a whole bloody afternoon later.//

What else did you pay a ghost in, right? Anyway, Bob had yet to do anything terrible while he was steering, and Jono was still fairly confident in his ability to evict him if need be.

[nuclear_snide]

That worked for Bob! He grinned. "I'll take you up on it later. Have fun at the wedding!"

[furnaceface]

//With any luck, nothing will try to kill us,// Jono replied. //That's the usual way of it when I go to New Gotham, unfortunately.//

So, have fun at the wedding and don't die, or else Bob wasn't going to get that afternoon at all.

//It'll be fine. It's a wedding.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Famous last words." Bob tipped an imaginary hat at Jono as he walked back out through the wall.