Room 322, Thursday Evening

[living_endless]

Didi had gone a little crazy finding decorations for her wee tiny artificual Christmas tree. There was strung popcorn and tinsel and mermaids and goldfish and red, black and silver balls and even a few cute skeletons. There were poodles and multicolored candy canes and a perfect angel for the top.

... there was about one ornament for every branch. Which was a wee bit much.

Door open, she was trying to weed through them while she waited for Jono.

[OOC: For the boy, but open room post!]

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[furnaceface]

Jono's eyebrows twitched upward at that, yes.

//I probably could, actually.// Easily, for that matter. //If yer think maybe yer could... Get yer hand to my bandages? Pull them a little askew.//

Somewhere in the back of his head, he was repeating to himself, not my face, not my face, not my face...

There was something only mildly less freakish about turning Christmas lights to slag via the hole in his chest, as opposed to the gaping, burning nothing that was where his mouth ought to be.

[living_endless]

"I can do that," Didi promised. She was grateful the angle made it hard for him to read the worry in her eyes as she wedged her fingers under his jacket and just to the side of his ribs. Delicately, she shifted the bandages apart, then moved her hand down a few inches and out of the line of fire. "Try."

[furnaceface]

//Right.//

Right. Right, then. There were flames licking outward from the wedge in the bandages, and he was going to straighten those out the instant he had his fine motor skills back, yes. For the time being, he was going to have to settle for trying to stand back as far as he could so that he could look down to see his target.

Focus. Focus. Right, then. There was that strand that was draped across his chest like a sash? It was now oozing apart until the wire gave way. The bit around their respective arms? He was careful to make certain that no melted wire was anywhere near Didi as he worked. His jacket had suffered through far worse than some errant holiday lights, after all.

Just a little more, and...

He shifted his weight, and then pulled to step backward again, bits of wire draping over his shoulders and his chest pretty obviously burning in plain view, but they were more or less free, now.

[living_endless]

She stepped back, breathing heavily and unconsciously averting her eyes from the spot where the flames snaked out. It felt like seeing someone naked inadvertently.

"My hero," she said, teasing again now that she was free. "I knew you had a use."

[furnaceface]

//Occasionally,// Jono mused, picking bits of holiday lights off of himself before setting himself quite firmly to the task of straightening out the wrappings on his chest, //I prove to be just as useful as I am jarringly handsome.//

Or, well, just jarring.

[living_endless]

Didi put the charred remains of the lights into her trashcan. The tree would be just fine with no lights at all.

"See, so there's why I keep you around," she said. "I knew I'd figured it out..."

[furnaceface]

//I also come in handy when th'pilot light on th'stove flickers out,// he added, running his hand over his wrappings to make certain that everything was properly in place.

Yes, it was a joke. It actually managed to sound like one, too.