London, Friday Fandom time

[sharp_as_knives]

Even if Hannibal hadn't genuinely wanted a motorcycle, the sheer glee on Jono's face when he discussed it would have made it a very tempting prospect. The looks Hannibal got trying on leathers weren't discouraging, either.

So, after most of Thursday afternoon and a bit of Friday morning, they were the proud owners of a 2015 Triumph Thruxton and a Norton Commando 961 SF, and Hannibal had a new jacket, leather pants, and boots.

And when you had new bikes and leathers, you had to try them out, didn't you?


[OOC: For the other boy on the bike! NFI, NFB, OOC is love!]

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[furnaceface]

//More shopping trips like this one,// Jono decided, steering the bike down an empty road, headed out of town. //It would be so much easier to get me out and shopping if we had more shopping trips just like this one.//

Also, Jono would have more motorcycles than he could possibly use. Which he certainly wouldn't complain about, if it were to actually happen.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. We only need so many bikes, he thought back rather than yell over the wind. Though there's nothing to stop us from shopping around anyway.

[furnaceface]

//Right? And anyway, we can't exactly take up the entire island parking lot with motorbikes, and I'm not going to be the one to navigate around the island's stairs to park at your place or something.//

Which was kind of sad, actually.

//But then, maybe with these I'll be able to get those years of wishing I had one of these things out of my system.//

No more wishing! The time was now!

He really needed to stop spending money like this.

[sharp_as_knives]

Why on earth would Jono want to do that? Money was for spending!

That's what the rails are for, Hannibal answered, smirking.

[furnaceface]

...

//You tempt me, Hannibal. Don't think I won't make the attempt.//

Jono was both daring and stupid enough to make a go of it, don't think he wasn't.

[sharp_as_knives]

I will if you will. Because Jono wasn't the only brat, and Fandom didn't have a motorcycle gang. Yet. That left? he suggested as they approached.

[furnaceface]

//As good as any,// Jono decided, veering that way. //It gets us out into the countryside. Some fresh air will do us some good, I think.//

And maybe give them a chance to talk. They had been needing to just get away from everything to do that, sometimes soon.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded and thought back a general agreement as he followed suit. Cities had their own charm, but he hadn't been on a relaxing country drive in some time.

[furnaceface]

And Jono was quite happy to lapse into silence and just ride for a while, eyes on the road, content to have Hannibal there riding with him.

Once they were well away from the city, Jono glanced Hannibal's way, just briefly. There was a nice field up ahead, with a rest area at the side of the road.

//Want to pull over here? Go for a walk?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Why not? Clearly something was on Jono's mind, and knowing the sort of thing it was likely to be, it would be better discussed on foot and out loud.

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded, veering over to the side of the road and pulling the bike to a stop. A few moments later, and he was stretching, looking up at the sky and pulling off his helmet.

//Ah, that's nice...//

Hi, England. He'd missed you.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled over at Jono and chuckled. "I do believe I'm jealous your helmet doesn't make your hair sweaty." He ran his hands through his own, trying to get it back into a semblance of order.

[furnaceface]

//My hair and I have an arrangement,// Jono replied, looking over at Hannibal, amused. //It doesn't misbehave on me, and I'll continue to not blow off that portion of my head, too. So far, it's been working well.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Ah." Hannibal nodded seriously. "That explains its recent behavior - revenge for last year."

[furnaceface]

//... It hasn't been that bad, has it? Even after I cut it that one time?//

Jono really needed to take better care of his hair. He acknowledged this. And then continued to not do so.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I thought the cut was very flattering," Hannibal relented. "And it's been no worse than usual lately, though it might be time for a trim again."

[furnaceface]

Jono only wrinkled his nose a little at the thought.

//When we're back on the island, then,// he allowed, //unless there's another stopover on the way back that's anything like the first. Second. Never the first again, so help me.//

No more space invaders.

//So... how're you enjoying the trip?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Very much." Hannibal smiled at Jono and wrapped his arm around his waist as they started walking. "The symphony and hotel are lovely, thank you. And I've quite enjoyed all the shopping. I haven't been to London in quite a while. And you?"

[furnaceface]

//It's been... good,// Jono decided, his own arm slipping around Hannibal's waist in turn. //It's a little bit like home away from home these days. Never thought I'd see that happen, that this place would come in second or third or... I've lost track.//

He glanced Hannibal's way.

//It's the 'away' part I think I needed the most.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Fandom can be intense at the best of times," Hannibal said, looking back. "And this Spring has not been one of those."

[furnaceface]

//No,// Jono agreed, leaning into Hannibal a little more. //That it hasn't been. I'm so bloody ready for summer by this point, I can't stress that much enough.//

As if the turning of the seasons was going to change anything at all.

Summer was going to get off to a great start, at this rate.

//You know, I never did ask how your time with your sister went...//

Which he'd feel more like an ass about, except he'd been putting off talking about that whole weekend a fair bit.

[sharp_as_knives]

And Hannibal had been giving him a bit of space to process it all first.

He smiled. "It was lovely, having her for the weekend. Not so strange as I might have thought; I was always more of a father to her than an older brother. And she was so happy." He sighed and looked at Jono. "And yours? You seemed very settled, after."

[furnaceface]

//It was...// Jono paused for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders. //Different. She was still very much Didi, and there wasn't very much of me left that was the same Jonothon that she used to know. It was good, but... odd?//

Odd. That seemed like a good word for it.

//When we stopped by to visit, I'm sorry she wasn't, er...// He waved his free hand around a little. //Politer?//

She'd said creepy. Just outright. Jono had actually been slightly appalled by that, standing in that odd position where his dead ex met his current flame and then tension happened over a mention of coffee.

//She's not generally like that.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled at him. "As I said, I'm certain I wasn't seeing her at her best. And she was honest; I won't fault that."

He thought for a moment, stroking Jono's side. "You have grown; more than the years you've lived, even. Of necessity, she hasn't. I can imagine it would be odd."

[furnaceface]

//It was... there were moments when I didn't even think about it. We could laugh and joke like old times as naturally as anything. And then I'd let a thought slip that came from some other mind, some other life, or I would just be more... more comfortable in my own skin, and it became shockingly obvious just how long it's really been. Years here, lifetimes in my head, and all of that is... it's not even a heartbeat for her. Not even a blink. I kept moving on.//

She hadn't.