Hannibal's house, Tuesday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal scowled at the still-unfinished floor in his study and brought his tablet into the salon instead. The contractors had hit some sort of snag, and there were still several rooms now with the floors torn up. Hannibal was almost as displeased as Beethoven; the cat was refusing to even come downstairs.

"How many more days?"

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled and stroked Jono's hair, switching from coffee to cake. He enjoyed his dessert for a while longer, taking small bites and sips, savoring each one and savoring Jono's enjoyment at least as much.

[furnaceface]

Really, it was probably no wonder Jono was a cat person, considering the way he was half turned upside-down in an effort to rest his head on Hannibal's shoulder, there. This was maximum taste approval mode, right here, and the only thing keeping him from purring was the fact that he was very decidedly not built that way.

//Y'spoil me...//

As if Hannibal wasn't already aware.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And will continue to do so for as long as you appreciate it so thoroughly," Hannibal answered. He smiled and kissed Jono's hair.

[furnaceface]

//Well, then you'll be stuck with me f'rever...//

Or at least some sort of 'almost forever' equivalent that took into consideration the fact that at least one of them probably wasn't going to live that long.

[sharp_as_knives]

"A very long time," Hannibal noted. If there were a possessive and slightly smug note to it, could he be blamed?

[furnaceface]

Just so long as there was always coffee, Jono wouldn't blame Hannibal for much, really.

//F'rever gen'rally is, mmnhn.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Not even the rest of his diet?

Hannibal finished the dessert and set the plate aside to concentrate on that coffee. "I've never tried anything for forever. It sounds like quite a challenge." He enjoyed a challenge. And he never started anything he couldn't excel at.

[furnaceface]

Jono was still doing the mental equivalent of covering his ears and going LA LA LA whenever he remembered the rest of Hannibal's diet.

//Only insofar as you'd have to put up with me that long,// Jono replied, seizing the break between dessert and coffee to try to regain his bearings before the flavour floored him all over again.

... Ooh. Hi, coffee.

//Could be a challenge, at that...//

[sharp_as_knives]

"You think so?" Hannibal smiled. "You'd have to put up with me as well. Dressing you up, playing you Classical music. Making you visit tailors and spas."

[furnaceface]

//Hey, now. I like the Classical music.//

... He was going to plead the fifth about the rest, though.