Hannibal's house, Thursday

[sharp_as_knives]

His normal heat source had gone outside somewhere; Hannibal was mildly curious, but as cold as it was, he was happy to stay in. He had set up a nice, warm heat lamp before he left; it wasn't that big (having been bought, after all, for a much smaller Jono-snake, not that Hannibal remembered that at the moment), but if he curled himself up into a big pile, he could fit himself under it.

He'd been there for a while when something approached, and he picked up his head to look at it. The old, grey cat eyed him warily, and he returned the look. It stalked over to sniff him, and he flicked his tongue out to do the same. Eh, whatever. As long as it wasn't going to attack...?

It stepped on his coils.



[OOC: For the heat source mentioned! The cats are fine, but an NPC critter does get eaten.]

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[furnaceface]

Python... sounded like python, mostly, to Jono, who shrugged as he opened up the box to reveal the somewhat lethargic creature inside. It had been a cool walk here from the causeway, after all, so the poor thing didn't really stand a chance against the snake he was about to feed it to.

//Lord, am I thankful you don't need to be fed every bloody day,// he muttered. //Those things aren't cheap.//

They were kind of cute, though. In a... snakey sort of way.

[sharp_as_knives]

To be fair, if it had been lively and warm, it still wouldn't have stood a chance. And lots of food animals were cute. They were still food.

Hannibal raised himself up over the box, took a moment to assess the other snake, then struck. It tried to curl around him, but between the earlier cold and his venom, it never stood much of a chance. He bit it a few more times, using the purchase to drag its head toward him, then started swallowing it head-first.

It was a king cobra thing.

[furnaceface]

Jono watched in quiet, kind of awed fascination for a few moments, and then decided to maybe lean back and pay attention to something else while Hannibal ate. There was something strange about watching a snake eat a snake, though Jono imagined it was more about the fact that he'd been a snake on occasion himself, and smaller than the python, still.

//Can't say I envy you that meal,// he noted, //but I suppose it beats mice.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Mice? Ick! Snakes were for eating.

And soon enough, this one was just for digesting, and Hannibal was looking smug and sated as he made his way back to the heat lamp with cats. He took a brief detour to twine around Jono's foot, though. That was a good meal! Thank you, other heat source!

[furnaceface]

Jono was briefly tempted to reach down to pet the snake. Briefly. And then reminded himself that king cobras were not cats no matter how much twining around his feet they did, and though it wasn't terribly likely a good dose of snake venom could kill him, he really wasn't in the market to find out how uncomfortable it could get, either.

//Making the mental note to invest in a second, larger heat lamp,// he decided. //I'm feeling rather left out, now.//

[sharp_as_knives]

The human-sized ones were called saunas, Jono. And Hannibal...well, all right, honestly probably wouldn't take much convincing to add one.

But for now he was just going to curl up back under this lamp, circling around the cats and squishing up to get comfortable under the warmness.