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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[sharp_as_knives]

"One of these days, I plan to present her with a simple recipe and watch her cook it. I can't imagine why it is she seems to fail so spectacularly." He gave Jono a wry grin. "But I won't be doing it in my kitchen."

[furnaceface]

//I'd offer up mine, but Rinoa and Squall still live there and happen to use it from time to time. Probably.//

... Jono really hadn't been big on mealtime with the flatmates, no.

//Danger shop it'll have to be, then.//

And then he was shutting the water off and peering out to make a reach for a towel.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took one off the rack and handed it to him. "We wouldn't want to demolish the music store anyway," he pointed out. "The Danger Shop is probably the safest option, if we can get a bit of time in it outside of classes."

[furnaceface]

//That should be easily enough accomplished. The only people who can book the room outside of classes are faculty, after all.//

...

//So, you. Since I'm not, currently, I suppose.//

Which was weird to think about. He was kind of attached to his role as a teacher, in retrospect.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Would you like to teach a class together again next term?" Hannibal asked. "I had a thought for one you might enjoy."

[furnaceface]

//Well, I can hardly say yes or no unless I know what your idea was,// Jono pointed out as he toweled himself off. //You've caught my interest, though. What'd you have in mind?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I thought we could teach them flower arranging," Hannibal answered deadpan as he shucked his robe and changed places for his own shower.

[furnaceface]

//Oh, good. That's definitely one of my specialties, right there,// Jono countered, equally deadpan as he reached for his wrappings. //I have such strong opinions about baby's breath, after all.//

It was definitely a flower.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You can teach Western style while I cover ikebana," Hannibal said. "What do you think?"

[furnaceface]

//You know, you've almost sold me on the idea,// Jono decided as he started to wrap his face. //But what are your thoughts about decorative grasses?//

He would need to know, so that he could quote Hannibal verbatim if he was ever asked.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It depends what you're using them for." Hannibal paused to rinse his hair. "Actually, I was thinking of something involving traveling, art, music...and perhaps flower arranging," he added with a chuckle, "if one of the students is interested, though neither of us would have to teach it."

[furnaceface]

//We wouldn't? Oh, thank god. It'd be a disaster if I had t'do it.//

Well, it would.

//Travel and art, though... Anything like the live entertainment class I once taught, or am I completely missing the mark?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Similar," Hannibal answered. Mostly in that it would be largely an excuse to go out and have fun weekly. "We could visit museums, parks, shows, a variety of places, in the interest of inspiring the students to create their own art. Painting, music, dance, writing - whatever they're moved to."

He finished rinsing and turned the shower off, opening the door to look out. "What do you think?"

[furnaceface]

Jono paused in his wrapping job, about half done, and blinked back toward the door.

//... I like it,// he decided. //There are plenty of art appreciation courses, but nothing particularly artistic around here that doesn't involve 'friendship' and entirely too much glitter.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grabbed a towel. "Should we make a 'no glitter' rule? It might stifle their creativity," he teased.

[furnaceface]

//All things in moderation,// Jono countered. //I wouldn't want to stifle anybody's creativity, but I'm in no mood to twinkle for a week, either.//

There had to be a line!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Minimal glitter, then." Hannibal toweled off as he headed for the bedroom. "You're interested?"

[furnaceface]

//I am,// he agreed. //My class was mostly to get people out of the bloody dorms and exploring the world. I like that this one is meant to be some manner of inspiration, besides.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll have to work out a list of places to go," Hannibal said. "Places suitably inspiring." If Jono were to look into the room, he would see Hannibal in leather pants and nothing else yet; was that inspiring?

[furnaceface]

... Probably actually a fair bit more inspiring than Jono's way of doing things, which more or less had him in his leather wrappings up top, and a pair of boxers down below, thus far.

Nice ones. You're welcome, Hannibal.

//I'm confident that between the two of us, we can manage something of the sort,// he decided. //We've got the whole bloody multiverse to pick from, after all. Did you swap my shirt again?//

Of course he had.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not again," Hannibal answered, "only once." Look at how they didn't clash now!

[furnaceface]

Oh, Hannibal.

//Well... good. We match better now?/

Hannibal was probably the only person in the world who insisted that they dress so as to not clash for the sake of going out for a motorbike ride. Did he know that?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal liked to find little things for Jono to tease him about so he could focus on them rather than the larger conflicts. Did Jono know that?

Probably. But it didn't mean it didn't work. Plus Hannibal really did hate to clash with someone he spent so much time with.

"Much better." He smiled at Jono and reached for his own shirt. "I trust that one is acceptable?"

[furnaceface]

//It must be acceptable,// Jono agreed. //I haven't taken the time to ferret it out of my closet to burn it yet, after all.//

... He was only mostly teasing.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And here I just give my old clothing to charity," Hannibal said wryly. "Terribly boring."