Jono's Room, The Queen's Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Friday Evening Fandom Time

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So... that was that, then. Jono gave a look around the room that he'd been staying in for the past two weeks Glacia time, and then another look at the bag he'd thrown together, mostly full of supplies for Joni and a few changes of clothes, before sitting himself down on the edge of his bed, his collar in several pieces beside him. It was always a

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[glacial_queen]

"Kiss kiss."

Karla was much more sanguine about her reception here with Jono than she'd been with Momoko. Jono, as much as he likely hated what had happened, was at least expedient enough to understand the necessity.

"You ready to leave the tender mercies of the Healers already?"

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"I remain convinced that their 'tender mercies' are really their way of disguising attempted murder," Jono replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling as he groped around a batting kitten for another collar part. "They're trying to mother hen me to death, Karla, I swear it."

[glacial_queen]

"Darling, this is Kaeleer," Karla reminded, remaining in his doorway. Entering a male's room in Kaeleer without permission was a good way to get into trouble. "If they wanted to murder you, they wouldn't have to disguise it."

Except for how she'd utterly destroy them, but details.

"Maybe they just know that secretly, you like being strangled with care!"

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"Oh, yes," Jono sighed, setting the part into place, "there's nothing I enjoy more than being utterly smothered while I'm trying to go about my day-to-day. C'mon in, luv? I'm not going to keep you standing in the doorway all bloody evening."