Land Shark Living Room, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

... Land Shark, Ino decided as she found herself a bottle of water and some chips and flopped down on the couch, was an okay cabin name.

She wasn't quite sure what it was but that was alright. Guessing from the rest of the cabins, Ino was figuring on some sort of monster but—well. Maybe the shark their cabin was named after was magic? Which was why it could go on land? Did it even matter?

Probably not, so long as it didn't attack them because they'd used its name.

It was something to idly consider anyway as she pulled her feet up under her and pulled out one of her notebooks as she made herself comfortable in her home away from the dorms for the next few weeks.

Besides, the living room was way better for checking out how many of her cabinmates would be social. She liked social!

[Open for fellow land sharks and visitors, yo!]

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[intraspective]

"No issue," she said, shrugging. "At least not from me. I like music well enough."

Anything she could sing to, really.

[furnaceface]

Jono picked out another short tune, eyeing his guitar thoughtfully while she spoke.

//There's a relief, at least. And I'll make the effort to be courteous about it. There are th'firepits outside to play near, when it isn't raining.//

If anybody thought that he'd be outside playing his Fender Strat in the rain, then they absolutely had another thing coming.

[intraspective]

"I don't think you'd be in the wrong for sayin' no to someone who told you to go outside to do it in that case," she said dryly. "A dissenting opinion don't mean you gotta listen to it."

[furnaceface]

//I suppose not,// Jono agreed, over a soft sort of strum that was starting to very suspiciously resemble Stairway To Heaven. //But it means, at the very least, that I ought to be putting my guitar away.//

[intraspective]

"If you wanna be nice, sure," Ino commented. Because sometimes she wasn't very nice at all. And being a brat if someone wasn't asking politely was so easy.

[furnaceface]

//Nice has little to do with it,// Jono admitted. //But I would like to be able to sleep at night without fear of what six, possibly seven upset females will have done to me or my guitar by morning.//

[intraspective]

"What a nice opinion you have of all of us," she said, sticking her tongue out. "It almost makes me want to live up to your awful expectations."

[furnaceface]

//If you touch my guitar with anything but the best of intentions, I shall have to take extreme measures,// Jono cautioned.

Which meant that if it had so much as a scratch on it, he could quite possibly cry.

[intraspective]

"So untrusting," she tsked. "What did I ever do to deserve that?"

[furnaceface]

//So far, yer mean?//

In spite of Jono being... well, Jono, his tone was actually fairly light.

[intraspective]

"Exactly," she said, with an amused sniff. "I can be perfectly lovely and nice and all of that."

[furnaceface]

//Well, that's wholly reassuring, then.//

There was a moment's pause, while Jono looked up at her with his closest approximation to a grin lingering around the corners of his eyes.

//I don't know that I can, though.//

[intraspective]

"That's alright," she assured him. "I can deal with grumpy boys."

Normally by getting grumpy right back at them, yep.

[furnaceface]

//Is that so?// Jono's fingers drifted away from the strings of his guitar after a moment, and he contended himself to just ooze back into his seat and stare up at the ceiling. //Well, then I suppose I'll have to put special effort into being particularly difficult, won't I?//

[intraspective]

"Well that's no fun," she retorted, lifting her notebook. "See if I enjoy your music then."

Ino was kidding. Mostly.

[furnaceface]

That earned a bemused glance from Jonothon before he returned his attention upward.

//You'd dislike my music on account of my being a stubborn bastard?//

[intraspective]

"Nooo," she said, "I'd dislike you being a stubborn ass 'cause then my own stubbornness would mean I wouldn't be able sing along without losing to you."

... Yeah, that made sense to her.

[furnaceface]

//Losing to me?// Jono was once again staring at her, yes. //This is a summer camp cabin sing-along scenario, luv. Not American Idol.//

American Idol featuring absolutely nobody living in this cabin who was actually from America, yes.

[intraspective]

"I don't mean losin' in singing."

Because that made so much sense?

"I mean, if I were singing 'long that'd mean I was enjoying myself and that'd mean you and your bastardness would've won."

Yeah. Er. Who said she had to make sense anyway?

[furnaceface]

Ooooh. It was all so clear, now, when put in terms that a cranky, stubborn ass like Jono could parse.

//I suppose I would have to take that as a challenge of my own, then,// he mused. //What sort of music do you find irresistible?//

That happy Japanese stuff, wasn't it?

[intraspective]

Her eyebrows rose sharply.

"If you manage to play my bippy Japanese stuff passably well on your guitar, I will be impressed."

Because, uh. Seriously.

[furnaceface]

//That sounds like a challenge, luv.//

And you better believe he was up for any challenge that had anything to do with his guitar, yes.

[intraspective]

Ino smiled sunnily at him.

"If it's a proper challenge then it needs terms," she pointed out.

[furnaceface]

//And do you have any in mind, exactly?//

Jono suspected that the best he'd be able to come up with would be the ever popular, 'if I can play it, you have to sing.'

[intraspective]

"I dunno," she said thoughtfully. "There'd need to be a prize for you, if you win. And something for me if you lose."

No, really?

"Don't know what you'd got that I'd want done as a favour or what not, though."