Hannibal's house, Saturday

[sharp_as_knives]

It had taken entirely too long for Hannibal to do what he needed in Sidra, but he was back finally. He texted Jono from the Portalocity offices before he headed out. For once Fandom was the warmer place. Not warm, though, so he was very glad to get home and warm up.



[OOC: For the one mentioned!]

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[furnaceface]

That... would be the first time Jonothon had ever been huffed at by a snake. Oh, he'd done plenty of huffing as a snake. But sharing a bed with his partner, the cobra, was a new experience for him.

//Er. You appear to be a snake.//

In case Hannibal hadn't noticed. He thought maybe he ought to point that out.

[sharp_as_knives]

Excuse you, Jono. A cobra? He was a king! And he knew it. And would give you a preening look. Just before he hooked his face in the covers and tried to pull them back down, because cold!

[furnaceface]

//... Right then, my bad. I'll just, er, just continue being warm here for you, then...//

Jono was going to slooowly lower those sheets, then. And just kind of lay there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if he'd been half this bad when he was a snake.

Well, he'd certainly been much smaller.

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had been much, much worse! Hannibal hadn't bitten anyone yet.

He was going to slither over Jono's hand, though. No more picking up covers!

[furnaceface]

Jono would maintain until the day he died that Karla had been asking for it, and Warren had gotten better!

//Ehm... comfortable, then?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was very comfy, thank you. And now he was just going to go back to sleep. Curled up and around Jono, naturally.

[furnaceface]

And Jono... well, once Jono was certain that Hannibal was more interested in leeching his body heat than anything else, he was pretty okay with drifting back to sleep as well.

Snake or not, Hannibal was still a safe place. And Jonothon was still exhausted.

It worked out.