Hannibal's house, Wednesday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal rolled down his sleeves and nodded at the table. Everything looked to be in order for his little dinner. He'd made a slight variation on steak and kidney pie, with Yorkshire puddings, horseradish potatoes, and roast winter vegetables. And, since Jono would likely be far too busy to visit on Christmas day (Winsol no doubt meant a security nightmare above what it already was), Christmas pudding, one week early. It had been sitting for around a month, which should have been long enough, anyway.

Hopefully it would be a welcome break from the excessive work Jono was no doubt putting himself through, and they would have a chance to talk and share music again.

He had no doubts of Jono showing up - he'd sent a beautifully calligraphed invitation.



[OOC: For the one mentioned, though I suppose if anyone wants to drop by beforehand, why not?]

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Re: NFB!

[sharp_as_knives]

"So your Joni was a surprise as well?" Hannibal asked. "I don't think you've said how. Not the same way, I'd imagine."

He was keeping that hand where it was, but with the other he was taking off his shoes.

And was getting a grumpy look from the cat in response.

Re: NFB!

[furnaceface]

//You'd be surprised. Shortly after I lost Didi, I got a new roommate. She was a reaper.//

Could you see where this was going, Hannibal?

//One day, George came barreling into th'library telling me I needed to take the cat, because she couldn't just leave it behind, but she'd probably end up killing it. Apparently she was certain death for animals even before the reaper gig...//

Jono, in retrospect, had a really unique relationship with Death both as a person and as an institution.

Re: NFB!

[sharp_as_knives]

"You seem to have been friends with death in any number of manners," Hannibal observed, agreeing with the narration. He set his shoes down and stretched his legs out, leaning back against the headboard. The cat - Beethoven - stalked grumpily up his legs and kneaded his knees before curling up on them definitively.

Re: NFB!

[furnaceface]

Oh, there was no question who that cat belonged to, now.

Or who, rather, belonged to that cat.

//Apparently so,// Jono agreed, nodding faintly. //Death's been the one constant in my life, I suppose, as far back as I can remember. For better or for worse.//

Re: NFB!

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was going to have to invest in more grey clothing and a good cat-hair-remover, wasn't he? He eyed the grey lump on his legs for a moment, then just shook his head.

"It has both good and bad points, I imagine. As do most things in life."