Toffee Campfire, Friday Early Evening

[furnaceface]

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

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[longislandiceme]

So Bobby was totally intent on making up for lost-campfire-time. So, yeah, he headed over to the first lit campfire he spotted. Which happened to have a Jono.

A singing Jono.

"...What?"

Very articulate, Bobby.

[furnaceface]

"Marshmallow?"

Oh, yes. This was absolutely the most normal thing in the world! The fact that Jono had to put his rousing rendition of Bullet With Butterfly Wings on hold in order to make the offer didn't even seem to bother him.

Jono was in a good mood, yes.

"Evening, mate."

[longislandiceme]

"Evening," Bobby managed, after another moment or two of gaping. And he accepted the offer of marshmallow of course, because even "WTF Jono has a face" was not enough to stop him from accepting food.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

A fuzzy blue Kurt waved and smiled. "Bobby! What is up?"

[longislandiceme]

"Not much?" that he felt comfortable talking about in public, anyway. "Just, you know. The usual stuff back home. I guess Jono's not the only one trying out a new look?"

[living_endless]

Didi lingered by the campfire, arms clasped around her knees. She didn't want more candy, and her lips were about raw from kissing. Really, she was content just to be there, just to see Jono this happy.

It might be a forever change, or as forever as any human change could be. That was enough to keep a smile on her face.

[furnaceface]

Sooner or later, Jonothon would find his usual mellow, snarky self again, honest. For the time being, he was still riding the high, basking in all of those little things that he'd taken for granted before they'd all been torn away from him.

He drew in a deep breath, set down the bag of marshmallows, and directed another smile Didi's way.

"I think it's about time for you to choose th'song, luv, innit?"

[living_endless]

"I think you should sing exactly what you feel like singing," Didi said. "I'll always listen to you. You know that."

Which was sweet, but ... not exactly helpful. She decided to indulge int he goth girl stereotype for once. "Know anything by The Cure?"

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt wagged a fuzzy blue finger in Didi's face. "Now, Fräuleinchen, don't wear out those new lips of his, you understand?"

[living_endless]

"What I do with Jono's lips, Kurt Wagner," Didi said sweetly, "would be between me and Jono. But thanks for the advice."

[weetuskenraider]

Not many people had the very distinct sort of feel in the Force that Jono did to Tahiri; she couldn't describe it, exactly, but it was very strong -- not in a disturbing way like Jak's -- and unique.

He just . . . usually looked different, which was why she was staring at him (she didn't mean to, but some social niceties still eluded her) as she approached.

"Boy," she finally offered, "you sure look different from the last time I saw you. It must have been a while."

The part of her that still reflexively defaulted to Yuuzhan Vong aesthetic standards was, in some less-than-fully-realized way, disappointed. She was trying to temper that reaction somewhat.

[furnaceface]

"What, used to this?" Jono tugged at the bandages that were still hanging loosely around his neck, pulling them up over the lower half of his face for... For a brief moment. They were decidedly less comfortable when they were mashed up against his face, restraining his ability to speak. "It isn't a change for th'worse, I hope."

Well, he certainly didn't think it was, that was certain.

...

"Marshmallow? I need help finishing these off before I make myself ill."

[weetuskenraider]

"No, no," Tahiri said hurriedly. "It's okay, really. You don't have to do that for me." Even if it had only been for a moment, she imagined it wasn't awfully comfortable.

She made a low growling noise in her throat, an uncertain Tusken expression of apology. "It's not for the worse," she promised. "Well . . . depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Either way, I'm hardly running away in horror, and I'd love a marshmallow."

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

A fuzzy blue Kurt waved hello to Tahiri nervously.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri waved back without so much as a double-take; she might even have looked more comfortable at the sight of him than anything else. "Hi," she said, unconsciously wiggling her bare toes in tandem with the greeting. "I, um . . . can't remember your name," she admitted.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Jono wasn't the only one who looked different -- but Kurt forgot all about his own change when he saw who was singing.

"JONOTHAN?" Kurt ran over excitedly. "Is that you, with the...?" He patted his own chin. "Glückwünsche!!!"

[furnaceface]

At least Jono had seen Kurt in fuzzy and blue mode before. On the other hand, Kurt had probably never before seen the grin that Jono was giving him, now.

"Well, who else would it be, mate?" A beat. And then, because it was apparently a trend this evening. "Marshmallow?"

Please. Take it. Before he finishes the bag.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Kurt was clearly distracted by Jono's new updated sense of style, but, grinning slightly, should she manage to catch his eye, Ariel would send a little wave and a smile his way.

A smile that was partially noting him still being blue, and partially noting the absence of his friend who seemed to think she wanted him even with this mun's utter shameful failure in being able to tag back in that thread.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Main campfire + big brother + s'mores = awesome mooching potential.

And Ariel wasn't even in math class. As soon as she spotted who'd camped out and was singing, she bounced over, plopped on the nearest log and affixed Jono with her best, biggest, don't you just want to feed me? eyes she could muster.

And of course her mind was entirely on the food.

She couldn't help it that she never actually realized what was going on behind that scarf and that Jono never actually technically spoke to her. She just thought it was a fashion statement, here....

[furnaceface]

Hey, a look like that was totally going to earn a soft laugh and an armload of S'mores ingredients being offered her way. Her adorable eyes had power.

"Evening, luv," Jono said, nodding her way. "Good night to beg for food, innit?"

That statement was pleasant enough. People wouldn't be able to throw Jono into a bad mood if they were trying, right now.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt waved at Ariel with a smile.

[angelo_wings]

There was singing, at a campfire! Good enough for Rinoa, who was going to head over and ...

And stare, at Jono. He was smiling. With lips. On an actual face.

There were levels of WTF going on, here.

".... Jono?"

[furnaceface]

Big smile for the crazy girl!

"Rinoa!"

Well, okay. Not crazy. Eccentric, perhaps. Definitely not the sort to trifle with when it came to relationships. Not that it was any of Jono's concern. His lips were sore from all the kissing he'd done earlier today.

"Marshmallow?"

It was like the default shock-softener of the evening.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

What was white and fluffy and headed toward Rinoa's head?

...Don't ask Ariel; she certainly wouldn't know because she would not be so silly as to randomly throw marshmallow's at people's heads. Not at all.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"Ah-ah!" Kurt told her with a grin. "Don't stare -- it's not polite!"