Hannibal's house, Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had slept straight through the night - a miracle Hannibal was perfectly ready to take credit for. He wasn't likely to sleep much longer, though, so Hannibal was headed back upstairs with the simple omelette he'd made for breakfast and a good-sized carafe of coffee.

[OOC: For the well-rested guy!]

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[furnaceface]

//Odd?// Jono tilted his head a little at that. //... That explains the general air of 'different' around here, then. I'd happily get on a bike to have a bit of distance from that. Anywhere in particular, or just a Sunday ride?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal spread his hands. "Your choice. We could visit a museum or library, or simply drive."

[furnaceface]

//Drive until we see something we'd like to take in, perhaps? No reason we can't just go wherever we end up on a whim, is there?//

It was entirely possible that Jono was just having a very indecisive day.

[sharp_as_knives]

"No reason at all." It was entirely possible Hannibal adored living by whim. He finished his cup and leaned back against Jono for a moment. "More coffee?"

[furnaceface]

//I will never say no to more coffee,// Jono decided, resting his head on Hannibal's shoulder.

This was nice.

//Hell, one of these days, you'll have to start making twice as much.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at Jono. "However will I manage?" He poured another cup and added just a touch of sugar. "I'll have to learn how you take it as well. And I imagine you'll expect me to cook."

Because that was such a chore.

[furnaceface]

//Well, I can cook, but I don't know that you'd tolerate me touching things in your kitchen,// Jono noted, letting amusement creep into his words. //Or how many days in a row you'd let me get away with making anything with 'in the hole' in the name.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I suppose in that case, I'll simply have to force myself to cook for you as well," Hannibal said, smirking at him. He drank a bit more coffee, sharing the taste.

[furnaceface]

//Mmmmm, and I suppose I'll have to eat it.//

You could tell this was a horrible proposition by the way he was a big noodly mess of fire and cuddles right now. Coffee was still his most secret of weaknesses.

[sharp_as_knives]

And here Hannibal had thought that was strawberries!

"A terrible burden," Hannibal agreed. "Shall I pack a thermos of coffee to bring with us?"

[furnaceface]

See, and strawberry coffee anything would probably just right up and kill him.

"Yuh."

...

That was a yes to the coffee. Followed by a shameless nuzzle. And then Jono was reluctantly sitting up so that he could figure out where his bandages had gotten off to.

[sharp_as_knives]

Fortunately those two tastes didn't necessarily go together.

Hannibal smiled. "Your wrappings are in the closet. If you'd like to shower first, I'll pack the coffee and a snack."

[furnaceface]

Well, maybe if there was added chocolate...

//That'd be excellent, thank you,// Jono replied, pulling himself out of bed and to his feet. Where he stood for a moment, just to be certain he wasn't still wobbly after yesterday. No, apparently he wasn't, thank goodness, so he made his way to the closet to poke through for clothes. //I won't be terribly long, at any rate.//

Probably. Maybe he'd spend an hour in there just trying to see if he could spot any difference in the mirror.

[sharp_as_knives]

It was better than avoiding them.

"Nor will I." Hannibal gathered the tray up again and gave Jono's shoulder a squeeze as he headed out. "I'll just pack the coffee, a sandwich, and maybe some fruit."

[furnaceface]

Jono managed, mostly by some miracle, to keep from immediately perking up to make requests.

Okay, it wasn't a complete miracle. He did have some impulse control hidden away in there. He was British, after all.

//Sounds perfect,// he decided, picking out a few clothes before making his way to the shower. //Can't imagine we'll be out so long as to need more than that, anyway.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Were strawberries part of those requests? Because there were still some left.

"Only long enough for a relaxing ride, and to ignore that most of the rest of the island is twenty years older today," Hannibal said wryly.

[furnaceface]

Strawberries were always part of those requests. Always.

//... Oh, it's that again, is it?// Jono allowed himself a moment to sound faintly amused. //Last time the island managed to catch me in that one, I wound up having my boots thrown at my head.//

He'd kind of had it coming. Ish.

[sharp_as_knives]

"That sounds like a story." Hannibal shot Jono an amused look as he headed downstairs. "Please, continue."

It was really rather nice having a partner that didn't have to yell across the house.

[furnaceface]

//Oh, lord,// Jono muttered as he stepped into the bathroom and started the water for his shower. //Right, so I was still a student at the time, but it was directly after... some manner of dance, at any rate. Raven and I were dating at the time, and we'd gotten a hotel room.//

For things that high school students who were dating generally used hotel rooms for, yes.

//Woke up the next morning twenty years older, the both of us, only as it turns out, that particular iteration of me was still large and blue, and had pulled a vanishing act shortly after becoming that way.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Oh, dear. Hannibal smiled as he put things away and started more coffee. And she was rather rightly put-out, I take it?

[furnaceface]

//Good lord, was she ever.// Jono leaned forward a little, to see if he could get a better look at himself in the mirror. He... definitely looked like a man on fire, yes. //I'd sent a letter. A sort of, 'I'm actually never coming back and please don't come looking for me' letter.//

He'd been... pretty certain he wasn't going to be around long enough to go back. It had been messy.

[sharp_as_knives]

Well, Hannibal thought back, a little amusement and a lot of smug satisfaction in it, you may be pleased to know that this iteration of you has no such problem.

[furnaceface]

//I am neither blue, nor am I making plans to disappear indefinitely,// Jono agreed, clearly pleased by this. //And I would like to think you're not the boot-throwing type, really.//

Even when angry. Boot-throwing seemed to Jono to be beneath Hannibal's dignity.

[sharp_as_knives]

It was, really. Unless it served some other purpose.

I didn't ask about the blue, Hannibal said. But you certainly hadn't disappeared.

He set about putting together a pack of food. Was he being a brat by not saying more than that?

This was Hannibal. Of course he was.

[furnaceface]

//I... hadn't?//

Please, ignore that little glimmer of warm-fuzzy that went along with that. Jono wasn't a big softie. Really.

//Well, good. Honestly, I really have no reason to pull a stunt like that anyway.//

Another pause while Jono stepped into the shower, and then he added, //... Did whoever you were talking to say anything else?//

HE HAD TO KNOW.