Gourmet Suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke up, stretched, and blinked. Then gave himself a moment to appreciate the lack of any particularly overwhelming emotion this morning.

He looked over at the others in bed with him whoever ended up in the cuddle pile and chuckled. Well, it had been interesting, there was no denying that.

However, he had no intention of spending another day in Jono's clothing or his own pajamas, thank you.

He got up carefully, took a shower and dressed casually but in his own clothes, and headed out to start the coffee.

He had a feeling they might be needing it.

Comments

[furnaceface]

//And the last thing I want is for my personal image to reflect on Karla,// Jono admitted, grudgingly. //People took it some... interesting places before the war. But now there's little excuse for it. She is a Queen, and I am part of her Court.//

Which meant he had to dress pretty. How was that fair?

//But I would really much sooner acknowledge my self-worth with another guitar or something.//

At least he was honest?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "I'm sure we can find you one of those as well, if you like. Although I'm afraid I'd be no help at shopping."

[furnaceface]

//I own a music shop,// Jono pointed out with a shrug. //We carry a few guitars. I'll probably just pick one, play it for a while, and then it'll disappear upstairs. Somehow.//

He'd buy it. Obviously.