The Roof, Thursday Night

[furnaceface]

Jono had gone out today and he'd spent money.

A stupid, ridiculous amount of money the likes of which he'd never spend again, but he had needed those extra clothes, and the rest was all about sanity.

Yes, the shiny brand-new candy-apple red Fender Strat that he was practically hugging off to the side of the roof where he'd actually managed to find an outlet for his amp. That was all about sanity.

So was taking it outside. Because he figured that people in the dorms would probably like to sleep as he tried to muddle out the chords for a few songs he'd been working on months and months back, before he... you know. Blew up.

They were very mid-90's grunge.

[Oh, the roof is so very open.]

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[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach, after the handwavy and brain-breaking week he'd had, had decided that Fandom was really weird. Which meant that, to deal with it, he needed to get out of his space for a while and draw.

"Oh, uh, hey," he said, leaning back against the wall by the door. "You're pretty good."

[furnaceface]

Jono picked a few more notes before glancing up to see who was speaking. Ah, yes.

//The artist,// he noted, nodding slightly in greeting, slightly in acknowledgement of the compliment he'd been given. //Might as well join me, if yer up here. This is my art, after all.//

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach nodded and moved a little further onto the roof, closer to Jono. "I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to that," he admitted. "Your voice thing, I mean." Not that Zach was visibly shaken by it at all. "It's kinda cool, though."

[furnaceface]

//For what it's worth,// Jono mused, lifting a shoulder as the neck of his guitar suddenly became very fascinating, //I don't know that I'll ever be used to it either, mate.//

Plink, plink, plingggg. Hey. Notes.

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Notes indeed. "Mind if I draw you again?" Zach asked. "With your guitar. And, I mean, I can not mention it or whatever, if you want to talk about... it."

[furnaceface]

//Yer can drawr whatever yer like,// Jono replied, shrugging faintly. //I know better than to get between an artist and his art, after all.//

As could be evidenced by the playing. On his guitar. With the notes.

They were kind of angry notes, for a moment, there. Ignore that.

[streetartsurfer.livejournal.com]

Zach noticed the angry notes, but ignored them. Well, okay, he half-noticed them, but he wasn't properly musical enough to do any more than that.

"Thanks," he said, taking a seat on a convenient flat surface. He pulled out his sketchbook and a piece of charcoal; something about Jono seemed to require the rough, soft lines.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Hey a guitar player! Robin had come up just for some fresh air while he enjoyed some cocoa. But a person he'd never met playing guitar was such an awesome bonus!

"Hi!" he greeted Jono.

[furnaceface]

There was a frog on the roof. A talking one. With cocoa.

... Jono had seen stranger.

//Hullo,// he ventured, raising an eyebrow slightly as he worked on wrapping his head around the sight. //Good evening to be outside, if yer can ignore the bits of weather here and there.//

He said to the frog. Because frogs and light rain didn't go together at all. Honestly, Jono.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh I don't mind the weather. It's not too cold out so the rain doesn't bother me. My name's Robin." He either hadn't noticed, or was not reacting to the fact that Jono's voice was in his head. "It's nice to meet you."

[furnaceface]

Jono supposed that it was probably about as difficult to surprise a talking felt frog with a mug of cocoa as it was to really surprise himself. Good enough.

//Jonothon,// he replied. //And likely to be buggering off inside if the rain decides to pick up again.//

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Yeah it's probably not the best for the guitar. Though they should make waterproof ones. Playing in the rain seems like it'd make for a good atmosphere."

[furnaceface]

//I'm certain somebody has thought of it before,// Jono mused, leaning back against the wall and picking a few more random notes. //I'm more worried about the amp, really. I don't need it deciding it'd like to throw off sparks or some such thing at me tonight.//

Which was why playing outside when it was trying to rain was an absolutely brilliant idea.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh! I forgot about the amp. Yeah that'd be really bad. "How long have you been playing?"

[living_endless]

"Is that a song I should know?" Didi asked curiously as she emerged on the roof, with a smile for Jono. "Or is it one of yours?"

[furnaceface]

//One of mine,// Jono replied, with a smile at the corners of his eyes for Didi in turn. //But I'll take requests, so long as it's nothing terribly recent. Fourteen years'll do 'orrible things to one's repertoire, luv.//

[living_endless]

The way his eyes crinkled was adorable.

"I always forget the names of songs," Didi told him. "The Beatles? Do you know 'In My Life'?"

[furnaceface]

//What kind of London boy would I be if I didn't know bloody near all of what the Beatles ever did?// That was nearly a chuckle, there, as Jono strummed at the strings a few times to make sure he was still in tune. He strummed again a moment later, as though something dawned upon him. One of those awkward realizations that usually made guts twist about, if there were guts left to twist. //I can't really sing along, mind yer.//

A beat.

//Unless yer don't mind...?//

[living_endless]

"In my head, you mean?" Didi asked. "Of course I don't mind, Jono. Anyhow, I only sing in the shower, so you have to be better than me."

[furnaceface]

//I can't imagine it'd match up quite right. Guitar in the ears, lyrics in the mind,// he noted, slumping back against the wall for a moment as he thought it over. //The voice might drown out the guitar entirely. But I suppose the guitar really is an undertone for most of the song anyhow...//

He mulled on that for a moment more, and then he gave his shoulders a shrug and sat up again, turning his attention to the music.

The opening notes, and then... singing.

//There are places I remember...//

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hi Didi." Robin waved happily. "What've you been up to?"

[living_endless]

"The usual," Didi said, shaking her hair out of her eyes. "Work. Classes. Nothing too incredibly exciting this week yet. I;m kind of hoping we get funky rain again."

"You?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hoping if we get funky rain again it's not syrup. It took forever to get all the stuff that stuck too me off. What classes are you taking?"

[living_endless]

"Mmmm. I still have some in my clothes," Didi said. "And I have literature, dark arts, and the friends one. That meets tomorrow."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh! I'm in the friends one too. I also have Classic Genres and physical movies."