Jono set down his empty coffee mug, and gave Hannibal an impish grin.
"I could be convinced to find out what I sound like when I sing this way," he admitted. "Or..."
Look, he had a sonic collar that he hadn't been able to use in a year and a half. Longer, if you counted the damage to his lungs after his run-in with the witchblood smoke. He hadn't flown in far too long, and he fully intended to take some time to do just that while he still could.
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Date: 2015-06-06 05:42 am (UTC)"I could be convinced to find out what I sound like when I sing this way," he admitted. "Or..."
Look, he had a sonic collar that he hadn't been able to use in a year and a half. Longer, if you counted the damage to his lungs after his run-in with the witchblood smoke. He hadn't flown in far too long, and he fully intended to take some time to do just that while he still could.
"I'm going to have to take you flying."