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Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Back to the island, back to some semblance of responsibility... back to work. It had been a little too long since Jonothon had been around the Groovy Tunes, and it was showing a little, in painfully obvious ways. Behind on paperwork? Check. He was going to have to figure out currency conversions around the multiverse and mail out people's final pay to at least two former employees. Behind on placing ordes for the shop? Also check. After he was finished with the paperwork, he was going to end up running around with a clipboard and a pencil, just taking inventory.

It was fine. It was something to keep him engaged, keep him busy. His brain felt less bruised than it had been, but that only meant that this weekend, sitting idle was something he'd be quite happy to avoid doing.

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After she'd visited Sparkle, Alluka wound up at Groovy Tunes, since no matter what Papa Hannibal had said, Papa Jono wasn't... quite the same as he'd been when she'd left at the start of summer.

And she didn't know what to do about it, so she was going to do nothing about it.

But she was going to curl up in a chair, with a book in her lap, so that he wasn't alone as he ran around working.

It wasn't too long before Jono realized that he wasn't alone, at least. He'd had his shields up, mostly because the confusion of the new students was entirely too loud for him, but after finishing the paychecks and setting them aside, he stood and made his way to Alluka.

Crouched down in front of her.

//Hello, Sunshine.//

She looked up from her book and smiled.

"Hi, Papa," she said, leaning over to hug him. "Is, is it okay if I keep you company today?"

//I'd love that, Sunshine,// Jono replied, reaching up to hug her tightly. //I've missed having your company about, you know.//

Had worried himself sick, too. Up until he'd gone and fragmented himself, anyway. That was a work in progress, now.

She hugged him back, burying her face against his shoulder for a moment, and just enjoying being hugged by her papa.

"I'll stay with you all day then," she promised, lifting her head so that the words weren't muffled.

//Long as you like, luv,// Jono murmured. //Anything you'd like to do, now you're back?//

"Right now?" She shook her head. She was happy just to spend time here. "Papa Hannibal and I are going to go shopping soon, though!"

Shopping was always exciting.

"I...," Alluka hesitated. With Papa Jono the way he was, she didn't want to bring up the whole teaching her to fight thing yet. Not until he was feeling better. "Do you remember ages and ages ago? When I thought maybe I could learn an instrument? Do you think you'd still have time to teach me?"

//Always.// Honestly, she could have asked him to do pretty much anything, and he would have said yes. //Is there any instrument in particular you've got your eye on, luv?//

She paused.

He didn't have a mouth or lungs like most people did, so she knew that any instruments that needed those were probably out, though he'd likely still do his best to help her.

"Violins sound really pretty," she said, after a moment. "Um, um though I know you play the guitar."

//I do,// Jono replied, //but if you want, we can find you a violin, luv.//

He... didn't really have the chin for violin either. But was most certainly not about to let that stop him, no. He'd dabbled a bit, back in his... uh... blue period, after all.

//I think it'd suit you.//

She beamed at him.

Alluka hadn't even considered the chin issue, oops.

"Then, then I'd like to try it, if that's okay?"

//I think that's perfectly okay,// Jono replied. //In fact, if you enjoy it, we'll call it your coming home present. How does that sound?//

Her eyes went big.

"Are you sure, Papa?"

//Positive,// Jono replied, smiling faintly around the corners of his eyes as he reached for her hand. //It won't be easy right away, mind. It'll take a lot of work to be able to play the way you want to.//

"Just like when I started AirTrek, right?" She took his hand happily, swinging her legs down in preparation to stand. "I'd fall down all the time, but now I can do a lot and lot of things."

//Just like that,// Jono agreed. //It'll take a while before you begin to hear actual music. But you'll get there, just like you did with AirTrek.//

It... It was probably a good thing Alluka didn't have roommates.

Bad violin playing was some of the worst.

"I'll practice really hard," she said, standing and smoothing her skirts with her free hand. "And then we could hold concerts together!"

//Violin and guitar concerts,// Jono mused, the spark of something a little more him creeping into his voice at the thought. //That would be quite the concert, wouldn't it? Something for us to work toward.//

"And if Papa Hannibal plays anything, he could join us, right?"

Alluka actually wasn't sure if Papa Hannibal played anything like an instrument.

"Do you have any violins here, Papa?"

//He plays a few things, actually,// Jono replied, even as he led her across the room to a small display of violins. //And we do, in fact. Would you like to see which is most comfortable for you?//

"Oh, yes, please," she said, looking eagerly at the violins. "What are the differences between all of them?"

//In some cases, the sound they produce,// Jono explained. //That one there will make a deeper, richer sound than, say, this one. There's also how they sit. The size, the weight, some of them just the price, really...//

... He was going to blather about violins for a while, please bear with him.

//Any catch your eye, Sunshine?//

And she'd listened attentively! It was so good to have her Papa go on about something that made him sound like himself.

She blinked, when he asked if she liked any of them.

"Um, um." Alluka looked at them. "I really like this one, Papa."

It was so pretty, with the bright red and black.

//Ah, that's a lovely one,// Jono said approvingly. //Good to learn on, too.//

At least in part in that it wasn't worth tens of thousands of dollars, like some of the other ones on the wall.

//Awright,// he pulled it down and held it out to her. //Let's see how it feels, then. Here, this goes on your shoulder like so... that's th'chin rest, for... resting your chin on, obviously...//

She took it carefully, eyes big as she examined the violin and then followed what her Papa said.

It felt odd, between her shoulder and the chin rest, but it wasn't a bad odd, just... a new one.

"It feels different," she said, seeing how it moved when she used her hand to shift it.

//Good different? Bad different?// Jono reached over to adjust her grip slightly, moving her hand down the neck of the violin. //How about now? Or is it just that it's something you aren't used to?//

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