John is hanging out in the Owlry! He is sending a letter. His once-a-month letter to his parents saying 'hey I'm still alive no worries.'He is also giving his own treats.
Quill and Donna, after ascertaining where John was, head up to said Owlery to find him. Lo and behold, they do. Quill sidesteps the owl droppings and pellets and makes his way over to where John is sitting, still holding Donna's hand, and flops down next to him with a thump. "Hello."
Donna does not sit, because she doesn't trust the floor here. She ensures there isn't anyone coming and leans down to kiss John, quite thoroughly, though. "We met an alternate of you through the nexus," she says, breathlessly. "He was gorgeous."
He blinks at her a second. "Okay...."
"And an absolute prat." Why yes, Quill is still fuming.
"He could've been more tactful," Donna allows.
John snorts and goes back to writing his letter.
"...That's it? You aren't even curious?" Quill stares, aghast.
He rolls his letter up. "Why should I be curious?"
"...." Quill rolls his eyes and leans against the wall, legs crossed primly.
"Can't we go somewhere clean?"
"In a minute." He gets up, going over to his owl (who shall remain nameless) to give her another treat and the letter.
Poor nameless bird. Quill's own eagle owl, Mephistopheles, watches them from a nearby perch, blinking enigmatically now and then. Quill, surprisingly, though normally quite fastidious, has no problem with the owlery. Odd, that.
Donna just uses the school owls. She doesn't have any pets.
John spends a good few minutes wasting time and being cute at his owl before sending her off. "Okay, now we can go."
Quill sighs and heaves himself to his feet, using John's arm as leverage. "Go where, exactly?"
"What do I care? I was happy hanging with the owls."
"I could remark on birds of a feather, or perhaps feather heads or being filled with air, but I do believe I shall refrain. Out of courtesy, you understand."
"Flyboy," Donna says, and then starts tugging them out. Room of Requirement, anyone?
He rolls his eyes, going along.
He smirks and speeds up a bit to lead the way. He has a thing about being in control, doesn't he?
Donna is about to stick her hands in John's pockets when she remembers she's marrying Quill, and so does it to him instead.
John is quite alright with that. He gets enough harrassment for just hanging out with them.
Quill is unaware of this harassment! He really is slacking in the whole 'rule the school through gossip and rumour' thing.