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.

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[furnaceface]

The first thing Jono was acutely aware of when he woke up this morning was the hard pokey thing digging into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow, loathe to wake up after a sleep that had been as pleasant as that, an attempted to ignore it for as long as possible before finally relenting and unwinding just enough bandages to remove the offending object - a crystal that looked just like any ordinary piece of glass. His shoulder seemed back to normal, and, as a result, so did his emotions, which had been doing some interesting somersaults over the course of the past few days.

He stared at the crystal for a few moments, idly winding his wrappings back around his shoulder with the hand that wasn't holding it, before sleepiness finally let him free and he became more aware of his surroundings. This was not his bed. In fact, this wasn't even his apartment. In fact, he'd spent a good chunk of Friday in this room, enjoying... er... breakfast.

Jono was going to get up in just a moment. But first, he needed to smack his forehead and contemplate just how many bones he'd probably break if he were to attempt an escape through the window.

Not worth it? Not worth it.

Sigh. He was just... yeah. He was going to attempt to wiggle out of the bed, then. Might as well make his way out into the living area and face the music.

[trigons_child]

Raven made a sleepy noise of protest when she felt movement in the bed and heard voices. This was the second night in a row of good sleep she'd had, free of nightmares or worry, and she was reluctant to open her eyes.

After a moment she did push herself up, blinking in confusion as she looked around the room. Her head was fuzzy with the effects of an emotional hangover of sorts, but she did quickly sort out what had happened over the past few days, and how she'd ended up here.

"...oh," was all she could say.