The Apartment Above 6 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[angelo_wings]

Stranger and stranger. The other-her, the Rinoa that Lady Caraway felt like she was tracking through time and space, apparently owned a store in town, at least according to the tiny blonde Sorceress who worked there. How had she come to settle here? Mr. Sta- Jono said that the Rinoa he knew had gone to school here, but Rinoa had been privately

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[furnaceface]

Jonothon had intended to open the Groovy Tunes this morning, but he'd found himself slightly overwhelmed by what he couldn't quite call a headache, so much as a twisting 'things are wrong' feeling that mostly took place where his head was meant to be. He'd stayed in his room to try to ward it off.

He suspected that it was in no small part related to the fact that whatever was out there seemed to be causing more chaos, dragging people who had no similarity to the island's existing residents to Fandom now, as well. But after a few hours of focus, he managed to mostly tune it out, and now he was wandering from his room to pretend that he was a social creature for the first time all day.

//Well, you seem comfortable, there. Good evening, Rinoa.//

He couldn't call her Lady Caraway with any measure of seriousness. He couldn't.

[angelo_wings]

"Good evening," she said, flushing a bit and pulling her feet in. "I'm not in the way, am I? I hope you don't mind me making myself at home."

Perhaps it was rude to sprawl out on his couch, getting dust from old books on his carpeting. The couch was ... homey in a way that implied he wasn't quite so rigorous about cleaning, but then, it was his apartment. That didn't necessarily mean that he appreciated guests putting their feet up and making a mess.

[furnaceface]

//Not in the way at all, luv,// Jono admonished. //Not so long as you don't mind me sitting next to you. This is your home as well, so long as you're here.//

And who was he to say that nobody was allowed to read on the sofa?

[angelo_wings]

"I don't mind in the least," Rinoa said, sitting up a little straighter. The far cushion was totally clear, but she tugged a few books out of the way, in case he wanted some room from the middle one, as well. "It seems weird to call it a home. I've always lived with my father. Maybe I should think about getting my own place."