sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had been planning on his own meal, but that had been assuming that Jono would be out of the house.

He frowned slightly and checked the clock. "Weren't you going to open the Boards today?"

[OOC: For the other who lives here, and the particulars of their discussion are SO NFB!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal was aware they were going to have to speak about this weekend, but he'd learned to let Jono come to these things in his own time. So, for now he was sipping coffee and reading a book in the study.

Cut for length and discussion of canon )

[The parts in Hannibal's head is NFB, obviously, but that they had a Serious Discussion is open.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had gotten up early that morning and skipped his morning run in favor of heading directly to the Boards. He still wasn't entirely convinced that the cleanup should be his job, but he did have the expertise for it, and he wanted Jono happy, so he'd been willing to make the compromise. Today was the last of it.

Which didn't mean he actually enjoyed it all. He'd already swept up bits of vases and ribbons, candles and dead flowers, and set the broken chairs to one side; today he had left for cleaning up the blood stains from the floor and the side of the stage. By the time he'd finished enough to call and schedule the carpenter and contractor for the rest, he was sweaty, slightly sore, and more than a little annoyed.

A shower took care of some of that. The rest, he fully intended to take out on Jono.

[OOC: For the one mentioned, expected to go NSFW, and standard warnings for what these guys do not really being remotely safe or sane for anybody but them. (But it is completely consensual.)]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal idly sipped his coffee and turned a page. "Would you like to work on your memory palace? Perhaps try some of those things we discussed?"

[For the guy being addressed! Stuff actually happening in Jono's mind is NFB unless the squirrels have learned telepathy.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
With the lifting of the fog, Jono had started improving, but he was still sleeping more than an average person, never mind Jono. Hannibal had left him alone for a while - he had class, after all, and calls to contractors, and some other minor business - but when it was dinner time, he came back up to the bedroom bringing dinner on a tray: steak and kidney pie, horseradish and sour cream baked potatoes, roasted brussels sprouts, and a good grenache.

"I'm not certain at this point which of us is being more spoiled, but we will have to return to the dining room eventually," he said, quirking a smile at Jono as he set the tray down.

[OOC: For him what's modded with permission!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal was learning that while Jono as a snake might have more of an excuse to burrow under the covers, Jono as a human was no more eager to get out of bed when he was warm and comfortable. And bribing him with food didn't work quite as well this way.

Beethoven, however, had different priorities, and Hannibal himself needed to eat as well, so he gave up, left Jono in bed curled up with his tablet, and went down to cook. He hadn't yet decided if he'd be nice and bring a tray up, or if he'd make Jono stretch himself if he wanted to share.

[OOC: Expecting the one who's already in the house, but open for whatever!]


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