"Tell a folk not to be himself is a tall order, ain't it? It's like asking you to not talking your head off in class. We can say it all the live long day to you but I reckon you won't ever change. Will you, darling?" Jonathan was firmly in the no camp for not being creepy. "People don't change." He couldn't change himself. He knew he was a target, he'd always be a target and he had kind of made peace with it. It would always come at him, he was a popular target in his old school for the same reason.

"I know he's being a dick but I think the accent is like... I don't know, I feel charmed." Echo teased, laughing as she turned to Barbara with a smile. "He's got a bite, maybe he won't get eaten alive here."

Jonathan rolled his eyes and yeah, he wasn't to leave this place but first... where the fuck was his bag. He pushed open the stall and tried to see if it was in here.

And yep, there it was. In the toilet. A very blocked toilet. Wonderful. "Fucking Christ. Give me strength."

"Aww, no, was it in the toilet? That's so mean." Echo was smiling though - it was funny!