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log: aurora beaubier & jono starsmore.
summary. [Backdated] Aurora bursts in on Jono because she's bored and nearly gives him a heart attack -- twice.

aurora. Aurora wasn't wearing much today. A pretty white little cotton dress with bare feet and no underwear, the only thing that was even mildly conservative was her hairstyle; pulled tightly back into a hightopped ponytail, her lily white pointed ears quite visible against the dark mass of her hair.

Today was a Good Day, which is why she was dressed in white. She'd promised her brother on the phone that she'd be a good girl, and so, as she twirled down the corridor, her mind racing a thousand times faster than that of a normal person's, she quickly came to the conclusion that in order to satisfy this promise, she'd go and visit the poor and needy.

Which is why, .0053 of a second later, she was pushing the door open to Jonothon Starsmore's room, barging into his room all smiles and superspeed with intent of entertaining him for a few hours. (Or having him entertain her. Whatever.)

Hey. He was totally poor and needy. The guy was missing half a face, okay?!

jono. Her brother should define what being a good girl exactly entailed. Entering someone's room without being invited wouldn't exactly fall under 'good'. Jono had been resting, his head against the pillow as his hands were folded, resting on top of where his chest should be. The energy, wrapped up underneath an elastic bandage, kept a normal shape of a human male's chest, rather than becoming convex or concave. Jono didn't know how to explain it, why his energy stayed at bay and in shape until he unwrapped the scarf around his face or the bandages around his chest.

He didn't have a heart that would race or adrenaline to pump through his system when someone barges into his room -- but it also happens so fast that he doesn't have time to react, his energy continuing to slowly coarse through his veins like his blood would have. He opened one eye, arching his eyebrow at the girl before his eye closed. He recognized her immediately. She was the lovely creature that brought him the hand-held when he was temporarily staying with her brother. «Did Jean-Paul send you? Does he miss me already?» The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement.

aurora. Aurora let out a golden laugh when that psionic voice of his echoed inside her head, not at all perturbed at how unusual a means of communication it was. In fact, she quite liked how it bounced around inside her head, and she imagined that must be how she sounded when she called Jeanne-Marie an idiot to her alter's face (sort of). "Non, mon cher. What, a girl cannot visit a freind without having her brother send her? Well." She tossed her head in mock resentment, before dropping unceremoniously down onto his bed.

"Actually," she then amended, playfully tapping her finger against her chin, "knowing mon frere and his penchant for tall, dark and handsome," here she set him with a smouldering look, "I would not be surprised if he did send me." A pause as she frowned, wondering if maybe he had sent her, and she'd just forgotten... "Mais non. I am here out of my own tres magnifique accord! Aren't you lucky?"

jono. He did not move when she landed on his bed, actually taking that as a sign that he could stay where he was -- on his back, eyes closed, and feet crossed at his ankles. He couldn't sleep but he did like going into long meditative periods that could look like sleep, where he let his imagination roam wild. It was a great substitution for dreaming. He even put on on some pajamas -- flannel pants and a t-shirt precariously pulled over his bandages with his scarf tucked inside.

He looked over her briefly before facing the ceiling once more, amusement still lacing what's left of his features. «Depends on what yer going t'do with me, I s'pose. I just ask that you be gentle -- wouldn't wanna blow you up or nothin'.» Aurora was a vibrant, not-adherent-to-boundaries girl, from Jono's perspective. That could be dangerous. He has his comfort zone. Her attention didn't seem particularly threatening at the moment, so he was fine just messing with her (though he's sure Jean-Paul might kill him if it gets into a certain category of 'messing' - don't worry, Jean-Paul, Jono wasn't up to that).

aurora. Regarding him through her eyelashes, Aurora offered Jono a cheeky little smile, "Oh, cheri, I can be whatever you want me to be." It was all fun and games until someone got hurt (or was blown up.) Which bought her to her next line of thinking, and she tilted her head to the side, twisting her body around so that she was facing him front on. Fingers twitching in curiosity, Aurora stared hard at his face, eyes sweeping down across his long frame, the bandages that seemed to hold him together.

"And how would you blow me up, hmm?" That sounded kind of hot. Aurora was a self centered kind of person, she hadn't really bothered asking her brother any questions when she had been asked to fetch Monsieur Starsmore's device when he had been staying with JP. She leaned a little closer, "What's under those bandages? I am curious." Lightly plucked at the sleeve of his shirt, an eyebrow raised quizzically.

jono. Instinctively, Jono firmly grabbed Aurora's wrist to keep her from getting too curious. «Didn't anyone tell ya not to go stickin' your nose in other people's business?» He tried to sound playful, but stress tainted his voice. He didn't need her testing his boundaries especially when he wasn't sure what his boundaries were. Underneath all the bandages and hidden from Aurora's sight, his biokinetic furnace churned. Her sudden fascination with his body was a little disconcerting and he could feel it put something inside his gut in a different gear.

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and letting go of her wrist. He stared at her face. «It's neither safe nor polite to go askin' me what is under my bandages, love. It'll have to remain a mystery.»

aurora. Aurora pouted momentarily, glancing down at his hand around her wrist and then tossing her head a little disdainfully, "Non, as a matter of fact, they did not." That's a dirty lie, Jean-Paul was constantly telling her to mind her own business. But this was Aurora, and she paid very little attention to what other people told her.

The sudden tightness around Jono's eyes, however, made her pull back slightly, and she pursed her lips thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin, a teasing little smile beginning to develop, "I think there is nothing under there," she finally decided, "I think you like being a...how do you say...an enigma, ouuui?" A pause, before she flopped backward onto his bed with an overly dramatic sigh, "All you men, you are all the same, so secretive and bossy! 'Don't do this Aurora ma chere, don't do that, no we cannot fly to Canada, don't pull down my bandages blah blah blah.'" She flashed him a cheeky little grin, "What can I do, then?"

jono. She succeeded in safely changing the topic, he thought. Let her think that he was just being a spoil-sport, falsely wanting to be an enigma. He can live with that. He shook his head, pushing himself to sit up properly and leaning against his headboard as he watched her. His tone was light and the edges of his eyes crinkled. «I'm sure you aren't lacking imagination, love. Just have to put your pretty little head onto other things. Aren't girls like you supposed to be out clubbing or shopping or something, not bugging poor bastards like me?»

aurora. Jono was somewhat lucky in that respects, though Aurora had absolutely no respect (or rather, no concept) of the boundaries of others, she rarely focused on something if refused. She moved on, quickly, manically, like a tiny bird hopping from one branch to the next, so Aurora changed subjects, moods, personalities, whatever. Sighing, Aurora pouted, "Yes, yes we are. But I have no money because I cannot work and I have already spent what mon frere has given me this week on chocolates." Aurora? Spoiled? Of course not! She sat up a little, eyes dancing around his room, until they fell onto ---"OH WILL YOU TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY THAT?!" She pointed with a fast finger toward his guitar.

jono. So clearly he had to just distract her with something else if she struck a little too uncomfortably close to home. Good to know that would work. «How about we just --» he began, going to suggest that he throw on some jeans and head out of the hotel before she asked about his guitar and then quickly his thoughts were interrupted when she became a blur. «Uh sure, but we gotta be careful 'cuz I don't want you t'break -- AURORA WAIT.»