Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[furnaceface]

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

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[furnaceface]

Well, then Fake Plastic Trees it was going to be, and there wasn't a thing Squall could do to stop him.

//Well, since you asked so nicely...//

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I didn't ask," Squall protested grumpily.

While tapping his foot to the music.

[furnaceface]

//No, no, of course you didn't,// Jono allowed. As if he was going to push his luck more? Squall was the most grudgingly receptive audience he'd had in a long while. It was amusing.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall nodded. Enjoying things just led to disappointment when they were taken away again. It was safer just to keep away from everything and everyone.

...But it wouldn't hurt if Jono kept playing.

"If you wanted to play more, I wouldn't object," he admitted grudgingly.

[furnaceface]

//Well then,// Jono noted, clearly pleased at this small victory, //I would hate to disappoint.//

After this song finished, he was going to have to run through the rest of his Radiohead repertoire. Just for Squall. Lucky, lucky Squall.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Lucky, lucky Squall. He was trying hard not to let on how much he liked the music. And Jono was showing off, because he was so fucking special. What the hell was Squall doing here, anyway? He didn't belong here.

[furnaceface]

He was the audience, duh. Of course he belonged here.

That was how this thing worked. And so long as he had an audience, Jonothon was going to play. Probably on into the ridiculously early hours of the morning. It wasn't as though he had anything to be up for tomorrow, after all.