From the Cabins to Room 322, Thursday Night

[living_endless]

So Jono still didn't know what Didi had in mind for his birthday.

.... possibly because she had managed to wring every drop of innuendo out of her request they "take a walk back to the dorms for something special."

Honestly. Boys.

She laughed a little to herself as she gripped his hand tighter.

[OOC: For two, please.]

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//Just yer voice and an open mind,// Jono replied. //I'll try to get our other guitarist to show up, and we'll see if we can't find some happy medium between our respective styles of music.//

Jono figured that it ought to work out well for him, at least. The happy medium between Fireflies and Feedback probably did happen to be Grunge.

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Christian flashed that smile of his one more time. "I think I'd like that," he said. "I'll see you."

He started fiddling with the bow, untying it and letting it drop to the floor. "If -- if there's nothing else, I think I'll leave you to your birthday celebration."

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And to that, Jonothon nodded.

//Have a good night, mate.// A pause, and then, to both Christian and Didi, //Thank you.//

She'd gotten him a voice for his birthday.

There weren't words to describe how touched he was, underneath the leather and snark.

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Christian said it was nothing and let himself out of the room, leaving Didi to beam at Jono and flop backwards onto her bed.

"I didn't ask for the bow," she said. "But I like him, don't you? He's so ... alive."

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//Very enthusiastic,// Jono agreed, eyeing the bow on the floor for a moment, and then reaching down to pick it up. //Th'bow was definitely a unique touch, I'd say.//

He looked the bow over in his hand for a few more seconds, and then made his way over to the side of Didi's bed, leaning forward and smiling down at her.

//I suppose I'll have to stop givin' him a difficult time of it, if he's serious about singing, hm?//

But teasing the Bohemian was fun.

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"Oh, I don't know. He didn't seem to mind so much," Didi said. "Besides, aren't egos a tradition for rock stars?"

And teasing the Bohemian was fun.

She was craning her neck to see him, and she waggled her fingers in a little wave. "Hi. Sit down?"

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Well, he certainly wasn't about to let an invite like that one pass him by. His fingers brushed against her knee as he sat himself down on the edge of the bed beside her.

//Egos are a tradition,// he pleasantly agreed. //But I'll try not to get too full of myself when we're rich and famous and all that. No promises.//

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She cuddled into him, fingers interlacing with his. "He can be the prettyboy frontman," she said. "You'll be the brooding genius. And Dandelion will be ..."

She broke off, there, thinking about it. "Dandelion will be the wild one. Always in tabloids."

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Going by what Jono already knew about Dandelion, or, at least, what she'd said about her life to date, she seemed the sort who was already tabloid-fodder.

//If people keep calling me th'genius of the band, then it will all go straight to my head.// A pause. //Though I don't suppose it would be too much of a stretch.//

At least, so far as Jono saw it, not if people were comparing him to the other two in the group.

He was kind of afraid to start looking for a percussionist, at this rate.

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Didi laughed. "See? You already have the ego part down. No superstardom needed."

She glanced at him under her eyelashes. "I know this wasn't what you were expecting, but ... you've wanted a singing voice. For a while. Meeting Christian felt like fate."

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//It wasn't what I as expecting,// Jonothon admitted, twining his fingers through hers for a moment, and then re-claiming his hand so that he could tie the bow that he'd picked up around her wrist. //But I don't appreciate it any less, luv. Provided we don't manage to frighten him off... He's got a good voice.//

There was always that lingering undertone that he'd gotten better at wrestling down. The one that pointed out that Didi wouldn't have had to surprise him with a vocalist if not for the fact that he was only half there. A year ago, he might have gone out of his way to run that point to the ground, to repeat it until anyone within psionic earshot was well aware of his condition.

Now, it was simply fact. He couldn't sing. Christian could. Didi had brought him a singer. He still felt that pang of loss, missing the life that he'd had before, but that pang was easily overshadowed by how much more important it was, just then, to appreciate what he did have.

//You spoil me, you know that?//

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Didi brought her hand up in front of her face, examining her new bracelet as she considered the weight in his words. Did she spoil him? She didn't think so. She didn't think Jono knew how much he deserved (which, in her head, was everything).

"Not really," Didi disagreed. "What's the point of a girlfriend if she doesn't take care of you? Besides, I like being on guests lists at shows. it was selfish."

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//Front row, centre seat,// Jono laughed, leaning sideways enough so that he could bump his head affectionately against hers. //Every show that you'd like, unless you prefer backstage. I'm fairly certain I could the stage hands to bring you refreshments, if yer backstage.//

He was getting a little ahead of himself, yes. He figured he was allowed, as it was his birthday and all.

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"I can't get the stage hands to bring me refreshments in my seat?" Didi joked. "Oooh, or they could help pull me onstage to dance with you during the slow parts. I always like when that happens at shows."

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//You'd be dancing around a Fender Stratocaster, which I'd be playing at the time,// Jono pointed out, laughing a little, //but I'm certain we could work around that, somehow.//

He was totally willing to give it a shot.