The Roof, Saturday Evening

[furnaceface]

Really, there were probably a hundred-odd other things that Jono could be doing right now to make better use of his time. He was going on that break trip, and so there was packing to be done, after all. But why pack, when procrastination was so much more appealing?

He could have brought his guitar up to the roof, but that had seemed a bit too much like effort for him this evening, too. Instead of effort, he'd made his way up to the roof with a book (Vonnegut) and a portable CD player (playing Pearl Jam), and he was taking advantage of the last few daylight hours to lose himself in a bit of both.

[Open roof, open post! I haven't been out nearly enough this week, poo.]

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[furnaceface]

Okay, the yawning kitten? That was cheating. That was absolutely cheating.

//... I would break it. I don't even know how, and I know how bloody absurd it must sound, but I'd find a way without even meaning to.//

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Yei was happy and warm and in true kitten fashion was all tuckered out from her grand adventure! Yawning was normal!

So was the fact that Jono was going to have a kitten sleeping on him in another minute or so. Sleeeeeeepy. Little sleepy purrs, even.

"I think," she said, not sure if it was her place to say anything. "Th-The fact that you think you would m-means that you care enough to work towards not doing so."

[furnaceface]

Jono watched Yei in silence for a moment, one finger still idly scratching behind the kitten's ear.

//My good intentions don't usually end with anybody being done any great favours,// he said, quietly. //But I suppose yer right. I would at least try.//

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"They do not expect you to be perfect," she said, glancing at him. "Trying, and listening to them: that is what they want."

Perfection, after all, was impossible to obtain.

[furnaceface]

//That, and a shoulder to nap on, and a leg to sharpen their claws on,// Jono mused. //I suppose I come equipped with th'requisite body parts, at least.//

Wasn't that good to know?

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"You do," she said, smiling slightly. "Though toys are advisable as well. Bells and catnip mice and a scratching post..."

[furnaceface]

//Well, naturally. I'd run out of trousers otherwise,// reasoned the mushy guy with the teeny kittyball on his shoulder. //... If I ever wound up with a cat, I mean.//

Which he wouldn't. Because that would be irresponsible.

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Don't laugh at him Hinata. Don't laugh.

"Of course," she said, keeping a straight face. "Not having a cat would make such consideration moot."

[furnaceface]

//Not to mention the odd looks I'd get from people, keeping a litter pan in my room,// he noted.

Because Jono thought of these things, apparently.