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]

//Mine gets old enough and it ends up scorched anyway,// Jono pointed out, pulling on his trousers and then reaching for his belt. //Actually, most of the clothing I end up being rid of is either threadbare or I've bled into it, generally.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Whereas Hannibal's usual reason for giving away clothes was "it's last season". Or very occasionally, "might've been seen in it".

"And you wonder why I think you should buy new clothes more frequently." He gave Jono a fond smile.

[furnaceface]

//Because I bleed often?//

Under many fun and varied circumstances, in fact!

[sharp_as_knives]

"You could also try bleeding less," Hannibal felt obliged to point out.

Not that he could throw many stones the last couple of years.

[furnaceface]

//Well, I'm not at war or playing costumed vigilante these days,// Jono noted, //so I want to say I've actually made some minor progress in that regard, at least.//

Also, he had fewer places to bleed from than he had when he had first met Hannibal! That helped!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good to hear." Hannibal picked up his jacket and made sure he had his keys and wallet. "Are you ready?"

Going from large and blue to skinnier and no-chested didn't actually count as progress, Jono.

[furnaceface]

Jono shrugged into his jacket and took a moment to check his own pockets before nodding.

//Ready as I'm ever going to be,// he announced. //Shall we, then?//

It wasn't like he could help the whole 'skinnier and no-chested' thing. Not many people were as big as he'd been when he'd had Apocalypse's blood in his veins. That wasn't really how human bodies worked, generally.

[sharp_as_knives]

They would work on the no-chested part. And Jono had plenty of workout equipment.

Hannibal headed downstairs and grabbed his bag on the way out. "It seems to be a lovely day, at least."

[furnaceface]

//Even the walk to the parking lot will be nice, then,// Jono decided. //Not a bad way to start a day, really.//

Okay, so he'd missed out on his morning workout, but all things considered, he'd earned a day off, there. Because of the aforementioned working on the no-chested part.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not at all." Hannibal gave him a wry look. "Although we may want to avoid any of our presently older compatriots."

[furnaceface]

//... Good plan. There's no telling how many more of them are going to want to throw boots at my head, either.//

What? He'd met himself. He knew that he was good at stirring up the ire of others when he least expected it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"If you keep them on your feet, I imagine you'll be fine," Hannibal answered. And Sparkle hadn't warned him about anyone knowing his secrets, so hopefully they both would be. "But it never hurts to be careful."

[furnaceface]

//No, I suppose it doesn't,// Jono agreed, as it occurred to him why Hannibal might not necessarily want to bump into anybody else when 'twenty years from now' was such an unknown factor. //And if we do run into any trouble, we can just wait the rest of the weekend out on the mainland, I suppose. It'll be like a very short vacation.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Incredibly short, as I have class tomorrow morning," Hannibal said, smiling. He gave Jono a brief hug as they headed out. "We're headed to Tokyo."

[furnaceface]

//Long trek for some food,// Jono observed. //Thank goodness for portals. I'm still impressed they haven't given you any trouble, though.//

How? How did Hannibal manage to get where he was going without any mix-ups along the way? Jono was forever going to be in awe.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perhaps they're more careful with portals for the school," Hannibal suggested.

Or maybe they had some workers from a world where Silence of the Lambs was big who liked to gossip. One of those.

[furnaceface]

//I would be willing to buy that if they hadn't jumbled my own class portals up on an occasion or two,// Jono replied, shrugging. //Much as I enjoy authentic experiences, I hadn't actually meant to bring the students to an original showing of a Shakespeare production at The Globe.//

It had been...

...

Smelly, mostly. And loud.

[sharp_as_knives]

"That sounds quite interesting," Hannibal said. And smelly, loud, and likely hot, but interesting! "But you're suggesting I should book the portals for our class?"

[furnaceface]

//I'm just saying that if for whatever reason I end up having to do it, don't be surprised if we end up learning cave paintings from actual neanderthals.//

Which would also be a learning experience, but...

[sharp_as_knives]

"We'll try to avoid anything prehistory," Hannibal agreed. He preferred people he could manipulate speak to.

[furnaceface]

//Honestly, I like to avoid time travel in general whenever I can manage it,// Jono admitted. //With a few exceptions here or there, I suppose.//

Mostly music-related ones. Of course.

[sharp_as_knives]

"As do I. If for no other reason than the confusion. Besides," Hannibal said, smiling, "I enjoy more conventional travel."

[furnaceface]

//Hence the motorbikes,// Jono agreed, nodding toward the parking lot. //I'd have to agree, if I didn't enjoy flying so much more.//

And he missed it, too. Maybe instead of a bike and some home renovations, he should have started saving up for a helicopter or something.

Which... would have ended poorly.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm assuming you don't mean traveling by plane," Hannibal said. "You said you had equipment that would let you fly?"

[furnaceface]

//A collar,// Jono agreed, reaching a hand up to gesture toward his throat. //Sort of needed vocal chords in order to make it work, though. I could probably rework it so that it runs using my own psionic power, but I don't know enough about psionic interfaces to be able to quite figure out how to control it mentally.//

And he was too stubborn to go pester Barry, though he had no doubt the boy could manage it.