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xp_logsLiam meets Jono over midnight homework and they disagree over Yung Gravy. They agree on Sharon.
Supposedly, Jono needed to “get out and socialize more” and “make friends with the people he lived with.” Which sounded like a crock of shite to him but it would be nice to get more practice in with his light writer. Getting more accustomed to using it was probably a good idea.
And so he found himself seated in the kitchen, trying and failing not to be annoyed by the music selection of the teen nearby. And then- as if a gift from the gods- something good played. “Finally,” Jono typed. “Something listenable.”
"Hey!" Liam protested, who didn't like Yung Gravy?? People with no taste, clearly. He looked up from his homework and midnight snack to see what had said that because it really didn't sound like a who and saw a guy he didn't recognize. "I like it!”
“Disappointing, you look old enough to know better.” Jono typed, rolling his eyes. "Haven’t you ever taken a music or literature class?"
"I'm in American Lit now," he protested, not sure what his English class had to do with his music choices.
Hadn’t the kid ever heard of Hughes? Poe? Eliot? Emerson? This was just embarrassing. Where was the dedication to lyrics as poetry? To poetry that meant something. “There’s better music with lyrics that mean something out there. And they don’t have to sample Rick Astley of all people.”
Oh, guy couldn't or wouldn't talk. That explained the voice box thing. Kinda cool, actually. "I dunno... everyone knows who Rick Astley is and he made bank like, what? Twenty years after the song was released? That's not a bad deal. Dude's gonna retire on that."
“Popularity is not a measure of quality. Nor is monetary success. You’ve heard of the British monarchy? Prime example.” Jono typed, rolling his eyes. He had half a mind to mention Taylor Swift as another example but he’d heard horror stories about American teenagers and elected not to.
"You heard of Shakespeare?" Liam retorted, "The dude is one big fart joke when he's not doing your mama in drag, but he's considered high literature and he was popular," which made sense because everyone loved a good fart joke. But learning that had made it a lot more bearable, even if it meant learning the slang and fart jokes from 500 years ago.
“I’m from England. What do you think?” Jono asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the teen. “And it’s a failure of your teachers to not focus on the social and political commentary within Shakespeare’s works. Yes there’s fart and dick jokes, he wasn’t from the aristocracy or writing for them - but that certainly doesn’t mean his works are just jokes. A white man supposedly rapping about getting money and fucking mums to a beat recorded by a B-list 80s musician isn’t exactly comparable to a man who contributed entire words and common phrases to the English language.”
"Who are you again?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow and using his notebook to mark his place in his text book. Though being from England did explain why he had a stick up his butt. "And yeah. Same with,music. Maybe not Yung Gravy, but I'm not listening to him for social commentary, I'm listening to him because he's entertaining while I do my homework. Not everything had to be Deep and Meaningful to be enjoyed."
“Jono.” He typed. “I’ve lived here over a month now. And if you’re going to listen to music without headphones at least listen to something good. Like Hole.”
Reaching up, Liam indicated his ears, "Do they look like air pods are made to fit?" he rolled his eyes and got up to get another drink, tail coming up behind him automatically, "I'm Liam. And I've been here....6 months."
“Surely adaptations can be made to over the war kinds…… you’re a cat? Please tell me you aren’t like Sharon.”
If looks could kill Jono would be a pile of ash. "Definitely not. If nothing else, I don't dumpster dive," he was still mad at her over what she did to Match, but he wasn't going to spill her secrets either. "Why? What'd she do to you?"
“Threatened to undress me and touch my internal organs after stalking me at night.” Jono typed. “I’d like her to stay as far away as possible.”
Oh dear lord. That was absolutely appalling. "Want me to throw her in the pool again?" Liam offered with an evil grin. It was fun. "Because that's just....I don't even know how to unpack all that. But, uh, no. Please keep your clothes on and your organs inside you?"
“Clothes on is the easy part - I don’t have skin or muscle covering my internal organs anymore. Not entirely sure how they stay in.” Jono typed and then looked considering. “You obviously know her better than I do….if you think that will deter her I won’t stop you.”,
Well that was just freaky. "And I guess infection isn't an issue... okay that's weird, dude. And sounds like it sucks goat balls," Liam was kinda thinking out loud, but stayed on the other side of the kitchen, drinking his soda so Jono would hopefully understand that he wasn't going to do anything like Sharon did. "Will it stop her? Debatable. But actions have consequences and she's struggling with that concept. So I'm helping it along. She hates the pool. Cats, water," he grinned showing elongated canines. ", And really, it's fun."
“I’m also constantly on fire. I think it cauterizes the gaping wound caused by the explosion that made me on fire in the first place? I don’t understand my body anymore……….. I’ll accept teaching her consequences and will not make fun of your music again in thanks.” This would not however, stop Jono from making Liam a list of acceptable music that he really ought to try. It was for the kid’s own good. He was doing a public service.
"I'm not a biologist or a doctor, but.... and I mean this very seriously, the hell? That's.... impossible? Except clearly not. Good luck with that, cause yeah...." Liam didn't curse, but he was about to make an exception. He struggled to find appropriately strong words that weren't curses. "Seems fair. But I should probably finish my homework before school starts in the morning.... Later morning. The teacher takes homework super seriously."
“Good luck with that. I’m pretty good with English and History if you ever need help.” Jono typed before standing slowly and moving to leave the room. If only Liam knew how impossible his body really was- no breathing, no eating, no drinking, and yet still pumping blood? It was a certifiable mystery.
Supposedly, Jono needed to “get out and socialize more” and “make friends with the people he lived with.” Which sounded like a crock of shite to him but it would be nice to get more practice in with his light writer. Getting more accustomed to using it was probably a good idea.
And so he found himself seated in the kitchen, trying and failing not to be annoyed by the music selection of the teen nearby. And then- as if a gift from the gods- something good played. “Finally,” Jono typed. “Something listenable.”
"Hey!" Liam protested, who didn't like Yung Gravy?? People with no taste, clearly. He looked up from his homework and midnight snack to see what had said that because it really didn't sound like a who and saw a guy he didn't recognize. "I like it!”
“Disappointing, you look old enough to know better.” Jono typed, rolling his eyes. "Haven’t you ever taken a music or literature class?"
"I'm in American Lit now," he protested, not sure what his English class had to do with his music choices.
Hadn’t the kid ever heard of Hughes? Poe? Eliot? Emerson? This was just embarrassing. Where was the dedication to lyrics as poetry? To poetry that meant something. “There’s better music with lyrics that mean something out there. And they don’t have to sample Rick Astley of all people.”
Oh, guy couldn't or wouldn't talk. That explained the voice box thing. Kinda cool, actually. "I dunno... everyone knows who Rick Astley is and he made bank like, what? Twenty years after the song was released? That's not a bad deal. Dude's gonna retire on that."
“Popularity is not a measure of quality. Nor is monetary success. You’ve heard of the British monarchy? Prime example.” Jono typed, rolling his eyes. He had half a mind to mention Taylor Swift as another example but he’d heard horror stories about American teenagers and elected not to.
"You heard of Shakespeare?" Liam retorted, "The dude is one big fart joke when he's not doing your mama in drag, but he's considered high literature and he was popular," which made sense because everyone loved a good fart joke. But learning that had made it a lot more bearable, even if it meant learning the slang and fart jokes from 500 years ago.
“I’m from England. What do you think?” Jono asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the teen. “And it’s a failure of your teachers to not focus on the social and political commentary within Shakespeare’s works. Yes there’s fart and dick jokes, he wasn’t from the aristocracy or writing for them - but that certainly doesn’t mean his works are just jokes. A white man supposedly rapping about getting money and fucking mums to a beat recorded by a B-list 80s musician isn’t exactly comparable to a man who contributed entire words and common phrases to the English language.”
"Who are you again?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow and using his notebook to mark his place in his text book. Though being from England did explain why he had a stick up his butt. "And yeah. Same with,music. Maybe not Yung Gravy, but I'm not listening to him for social commentary, I'm listening to him because he's entertaining while I do my homework. Not everything had to be Deep and Meaningful to be enjoyed."
“Jono.” He typed. “I’ve lived here over a month now. And if you’re going to listen to music without headphones at least listen to something good. Like Hole.”
Reaching up, Liam indicated his ears, "Do they look like air pods are made to fit?" he rolled his eyes and got up to get another drink, tail coming up behind him automatically, "I'm Liam. And I've been here....6 months."
“Surely adaptations can be made to over the war kinds…… you’re a cat? Please tell me you aren’t like Sharon.”
If looks could kill Jono would be a pile of ash. "Definitely not. If nothing else, I don't dumpster dive," he was still mad at her over what she did to Match, but he wasn't going to spill her secrets either. "Why? What'd she do to you?"
“Threatened to undress me and touch my internal organs after stalking me at night.” Jono typed. “I’d like her to stay as far away as possible.”
Oh dear lord. That was absolutely appalling. "Want me to throw her in the pool again?" Liam offered with an evil grin. It was fun. "Because that's just....I don't even know how to unpack all that. But, uh, no. Please keep your clothes on and your organs inside you?"
“Clothes on is the easy part - I don’t have skin or muscle covering my internal organs anymore. Not entirely sure how they stay in.” Jono typed and then looked considering. “You obviously know her better than I do….if you think that will deter her I won’t stop you.”,
Well that was just freaky. "And I guess infection isn't an issue... okay that's weird, dude. And sounds like it sucks goat balls," Liam was kinda thinking out loud, but stayed on the other side of the kitchen, drinking his soda so Jono would hopefully understand that he wasn't going to do anything like Sharon did. "Will it stop her? Debatable. But actions have consequences and she's struggling with that concept. So I'm helping it along. She hates the pool. Cats, water," he grinned showing elongated canines. ", And really, it's fun."
“I’m also constantly on fire. I think it cauterizes the gaping wound caused by the explosion that made me on fire in the first place? I don’t understand my body anymore……….. I’ll accept teaching her consequences and will not make fun of your music again in thanks.” This would not however, stop Jono from making Liam a list of acceptable music that he really ought to try. It was for the kid’s own good. He was doing a public service.
"I'm not a biologist or a doctor, but.... and I mean this very seriously, the hell? That's.... impossible? Except clearly not. Good luck with that, cause yeah...." Liam didn't curse, but he was about to make an exception. He struggled to find appropriately strong words that weren't curses. "Seems fair. But I should probably finish my homework before school starts in the morning.... Later morning. The teacher takes homework super seriously."
“Good luck with that. I’m pretty good with English and History if you ever need help.” Jono typed before standing slowly and moving to leave the room. If only Liam knew how impossible his body really was- no breathing, no eating, no drinking, and yet still pumping blood? It was a certifiable mystery.
