Hannibal's house, Thursday

[sharp_as_knives]

Well, radio this morning had certainly been...interesting. Hannibal was torn between going to a deserted beach somewhere warm until this was over, and talking to as many people as possible. Maybe even Anakin.

He decided to start with breakfast, though. With actual pork sausage, just in case.


[OOC: Open post! Because I couldn't not give folks the chance. *G*]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I see it less as trouble and more as a challenge." Hannibal smirked at him. "I do love a challenge, and I never take on anything I don't think I've a chance of winning."

[furnaceface]

Jono allowed himself a moment of amusement, giving Hannibal something of a smirk in turn.

//Yes, I remember,// he replied. //Getting you to participate over at the Boards with something you weren't a master of. Your confidence is refreshing, mate. And if you're so certain... I look forward to seeing results.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"So do I."

Run now, Jono.

[furnaceface]

Funny thing was, Jono never ran.