Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

It was actually a pretty quiet day at the Groovy Tunes. Jono had his guitar out and was playing whatever nonsense came to mind, mostly just disjointed snippets of this song or that, or little riffs that he'd come up with off the top of his head.

The Silence was nowhere to be seen, and all the little blue men were off on holiday.

He'd brought Joni along, but she was curled up and napping whenever she wasn't batting at his shoelace.

Just a nice, quiet, comparatively normal day.

[OOC: Here's hoping for a nice, quiet week. Open!]

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[battlewithstyle]

"This sounds like an excellent plan," Mitsutada said. "And if I don't like it, well then I know where to come to exchange them." He chuckled a bit. "Thank you for your patience with me."

[furnaceface]

//I know you didn't mean any harm,// Jono replied with an easy shrug as he headed for the albums. //Probably a good idea to not make assumptions about what anybody is around here, though. Might get you into trouble.//

He turned a glance back over to his customer.

//So, have you got something to play a CD on?//

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had absolutely not thought that far ahead.

"Oh, I do not," he said, somewhat embarrassed. "I did not bring much with me from Japan."

Not that he ever owned a CD player.

"Maybe someone in my house does," he mused out loud. "There are many men there."

[furnaceface]

//I'll tell you what,// Jono said, pulling out a few CDs and setting them on the counter before making his way back across the room, //I'll get you a portable CD player as well; I'll loan it to you for now, and if it turns out you want to keep it, you can come back and pay when you can.//

How Jono managed to stay in business was anybody's best guess.

[battlewithstyle]

"That is exceedingly generous, thank you," Mitsutada said with another smile and a little nod of his head. "You must draw in many loyal customers with such service."

"I shall not forget this kindness."

[furnaceface]

Jono paused for a moment, trying to think of anybody who he could actually consider a regular who he hadn't just given a job to.

... Nope, no dice.

//Ah, don't mention it,// he replied, giving a wave of his hand and pulling one of the CD players from the shelf. //I'll do a lot of things to share the love of music around.//