fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes, Sunday Morning

Jono didn't breathe, and so it wasn't as though the pollen really had much of an effect on him, no. He was, however, a telepath, and it had taken him all of two minutes of his morning jog to realize what was up. Again, not that it had much of an effect on him. He'd gotten a bit better over the years of splitting the difference between 'closed off completely' and 'wide bloody open' telepathically, and so while he was aware of the, uh, current mood of the island, he was blissfully unaffected by it.

He was probably going to have to brace himself when he got home from work tonight, though.

In any case, he was settling down in the Groovy Tunes for a little while, mostly to make certain paperwork was filled out properly, but also to play a little with the music. It was Easter, and so technically he was closed today, but that didn't mean his door wasn't open and he wasn't going to take a few hours to just kind of enjoy the music before he went back home to an extra bitey husband this afternoon.

//Fandom, you are a bit of a barmy arsehole, aren't you?//

The stereo answered instead, turning itself on and starting to play a little Garbage.

Jono threw a guitar pick at it.

[OOC: Easter SP etc. etc. Open!]