Room 509, Thursday afternoon

[trigons_child]

Probably to absolutely no one's surprise, Raven had amassed herself a small army of love monkeys, which were now snuggled up with her on her bed as she used her laptop to catch up on Rumor Gal episodes and gossip and speculation. Priorities, people. Priorities.

She wrinkled her nose at the comments on one blog post and glanced down at the love monkey that had claimed her lap. "I do very much prefer it when Charlie and Claire are together," she told it, "for I think they are truly meant for each other, but I do not understand how heated these 'shipping wars' get. It seems so unpleasant and unhealthy to invest so much anger and energy in the lives and relationships of fictional people."

The love monkey squeaked in agreement. Or maybe it was just asking for another hug. Or maybe it was secretly a Claire/David shipper and just didn't want to start an argument.


[Door and post are open. Beware of love monkeys!]
 

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[furnaceface]

Holy monkeys. Jono blinked at them for a moment, and then kind of warily stepped through the door.

They weren't going to, like, leap across the room to try to eat him or anything, right?

//I... see you already have some company,// he noted.

[trigons_child]

No, but a few of them were hopping down from the bed eyeing new legs to hug. Careful, Jono.

"Monkeys, no," Raven scolded gently, trying to call them back.

"I believe they are one of Fandom's fits of whimsy," she said, plucking one monkey from her neck to set it down on her pillow. "They are very affectionate and clingy." They'd found a like soul in Raven, no doubt.

[furnaceface]

//Not bad company, then,// Jono noted, giving the monkeys a bit of a look. They more or less gave up on his leg, between Raven's beckoning and the fact that he was smoking a little, from under his wraps. //Must be th'island, gearing itself up for the holiday, perhaps...//

[trigons_child]

"I suspect they will be gone by tomorrow," Raven said, tickling one of the monkeys under its chin. "Much like the rose petals and the books changing into romance novels and the cupids from yesterday."

She made a face at the last; she'd ventured out only to classes with the cupids running amok because she didn't want her emotions toyed with.

[furnaceface]

Count Jono in on that face-making. He'd sat in his room all of yesterday around class, eyes narrowed, threatening to light on fire any Cupid that had fluttered close.

//At least there's only a few more days of this,// he noted. //Once that holiday has come and gone, we won't have to deal with this rubbish for another year.//

... Jono was not the world's greatest romantic, no.

[trigons_child]

"I think it is sweet," Raven protested mildly. "It is refreshing to feel so many people thinking of love, though, yes, there is a great deal of anxiety and discomfort as well."

She swept her legs over the side of the bed (much to the chagrin of a few of the monkeys) to perch on the edge of it. "What will you be doing tomorrow night?" she asked tentatively. She assumed he wouldn't want to go to the dance.

[furnaceface]

//I was... actually...// Jono, stop fidgeting. //I mean, that's why I'd come over. I mean. To ask you.//

Stop fidgeting, and make words.

//I mean, I have these... tickets... and...//

Any minute now, Raven. Honest.

[trigons_child]

"...to the dance?" Raven said, then hoped she didn't sound as overly-excited as it seemed when she blurted out the words.

Even the monkeys perked up and looked questioningly at Jono. No pressure.

[furnaceface]

Oh, no, none at all!

Darn those Love Monkeys.

//To th'dance,// he confirmed. //I mean... I might be a little inclined to stay by th'wall a bit, out of th'way, but... Well...//

Jono's shoulders hitched up a little. //It'd be a shame to miss.//

[trigons_child]

"Of course," Raven said, because she knew Jono, after all. He and dark corners were made for each other.

"And I would be delighted to go to the dance with you," she said, almost shyly. "Nothing would make me happier."

[furnaceface]

//Brilliant,// Jono replied, working his way up to 'nearly smiling,' then. //Should I meet you here?//

See, that had been way easier than he'd thought it might be!

... Because Jono was a horrible pessimist, and he'd been half expecting rocks to fall from the sky or something as he was asking.

[trigons_child]

Raven was an efficient multitasker. She was mentally flailing with Oh Azar I do not have a dress I must find one quickly I should ask Karla for help! Outwardly, she was serene and smiling.

And keeping an eye out for those rocks.

"That would be fine," she said, nodding.

[furnaceface]

Jono actually seemed kind of pleased with himself, right about then. He'd made his way up a whole flight of stairs, had initiated conversation, and had asked his girlfriend to the dance. To the dance!

... This was kind of like a red-letter day, for him. On top of his asking Cable for help controlling his powers, he was starting to feel halfway human again. It was a nice change of pace.

//I'll see you tomorrow, then,// he replied. And then relocated a monkey that had been trying to get amorous with his leg. Gently. With the business end of his boot.

Gently.

[trigons_child]

"I cannot wait," Raven said happily, then gave the monkey a pointed what-did-I-tell-you-about-that look. No humping the boyfriend's leg. Not allowed!