Jono and Paige in the rec room...

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Before lunch

Sitting in class all morning has made Jono rather restless. So instead of going back to the dorm room to mope as usual, he heads for the rec room, intent on seeing if the TV would yield him some amusement. The one other option he briefly considers is playing solitaire, but that would take too much concentration in his current state.

Paige seems to have had the same idea. She is curled up on one of the couches, the weather channel scrolling across the television in the background, with her text from her last class in hand. She doesn't hear Jono enter the room from a combination of her being too absorbed in her reading and his silent entrance and merely turns the page.

Jono stops at the sight of her, briefly reminded of his encounter with Sarah in the same place a few weeks ago. At least he's not waking anyone up this time. He has an urge to clear his throat to announce his presence before it registers that he has no throat to clear. The sudden realization that he had forgotten his state of existence for a while makes him feel a bit unbalanced. "Hallo," he says finally, walking to the sofa.

Paige raises her eyes, smile halting and almost forced. Electricity crackles and she almost expects her hair to start rising off her shoulders, but she pushes it aside, remembering her manners. "Hello, Jonothan," she replies, keeping her gaze on him.

He just nods at her, not knowing what to say for a while. "You hit hard," he remarks then, amusement flickering in his voice.

Paige resists blushing, her book long forgotten on her lap. Smiling in embarrassment, she puses back her hair with one hand. "I... thanks?" She shakes her head, the smile still soft on her features. "I guess I should be sorry, and in a way I am. You just have... a very odd affect on me."

"Yes, I'm frankly blinding sometimes," Jono says matter-of-factly and looks around. "Where's the remote."

Paige reaches under the cushion she is seated upon and holds it up victoriously. "Ta da."

Jono sits on the armrest of the sofa and holds out his hand. "Can I have it."

"You can. I'm not sure if you may though." She closes her book and looks up at him with a cheeky grin.

Jono withdraws his hand, eyebrows arching questioningly. "Paige," he says, rolling the name into her head, "may I have it."

She bites her lip in mock contemplation, cobalt eyes alight in amusement. "Well... I guess I could ignore the fact that you didn't say please as I did just hit you recently," she says finally, offering the remote.

Jono takes the remote without a word and immediately starts flipping through the channels, sometimes staying a second or two more on something that looks slightly more interesting than the rest. "Are you still having baths in the rooms of random teachers," he asks, not taking his eyes off the TV.

Paige opens her book, face neutral. "Are you still making unflattering assumptions about random people?" she replies calmly, turning a page.

"All the time," Jono states, relaxing into a sprawl of black-clad limbs on the armrest.

Paige turns her gaze up at him again, holding it firm and determined not to say anything more about the subject unless asked. "Might want to work on that. Not everyone is as evil at you think they are."

"I'd rather find out later they're less 'evil' than I thought than the other way around," Jono continues to channel surf, seeming to get some sort of amusement of the quickly flickering images.

She smiles at his use of her inappropriate word, and shakes her head. "I guess I haven't done too much to prove your theory and your opinion of me wrong."

"You've still got time," he offers and drops the remote on the sofa cushions, standing up and stretching, obviously already bored with the TV.

"Only if you'll let me." Her voice is hopeful and she closes her book, stretching out her legs.

Jono's amusement trickles into her mind again. "You'd probably knock me out if I tried to stop you."

Paige laughs, hard, her eyes crinkling in mirth. "You're going to hold that over me for a while, aren't you?"

"Oh, ages," he replies, rolling his shoulders.

"We have..." Paige glimpses at her watch, "An hour before our next class. How about I start proving to you how 'evil' I'm not and we go out for a bit? I'll even let you choose what to do."

"Out," Jono tilts his head, considering. "Is there life outside this place."

Paige stands, smoothing out her skirt and walks to the door. Shifting her book from one arm to the other she reaches out her hand. "As much as I know you're being snarky with me again I have a deep urge to prove it to you now."

"Oh no," he says laconically, moving after her.

"Good choice. I need my hands for survival training this afternoon." Paige grins and waits.

"You could always learn to do things with your feet," Jono lets his eyes slip down her body and then back up.

Paige flushes under his appreciative gaze, letting her defeated hand fall to her side. "That would take some special training, Jono. Might you have any?"

"I think you should ask that from your survival teacher," he walks out of the rec room, looking around.

Paige shakes her head and laughs. "Logan? Now there's an idea."

"He does know how to do lots of things with his feet in the combat classes," Jono points out.

"So I saw," Paige agrees. "Are you up for a walk, or is that too bright for you?"

"What is the attraction of walks anyway," Jono asks, but heads for the nearest door outside. "All you do is pointlessly loiter around."

"As opposed to pointlessly brooding inside," Paige quips back. "Besides, if you're good, I might even do the sullen inside thing later."

"Now that's just a promise I can't pass," Jono rolls his eyes. "All good brooding happens alone."

Paige laughs and gently smacks his shoulder. "Fine, get technical. Your choice next time, then. Really." She pushes open the door, holding it for him.