Hannibal's house, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had gone looking for things to wear that would be comfortable for flying, but was somewhat stymied by the fact that he'd always been a woman in warm weather. He eventually settled on wool pants and a shirt, and his motorcycle jacket. It fit, anyway, and ought to keep him warm. He'd dug out a scarf, too, in case Jono might think it necessary, but gloves...well, he would simply have to have cold hands.

The cats had been fed and were currently sleeping in one of the bay windows, with Beethoven pretending to ignore Joni had her chin on him. Dinner for this evening was prepared or ready for preparing. "Ready whenever you are," he called out, thinking it as well in case Jono wasn't within hearing range.


[OOC: For the still-a-lady!]

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[furnaceface]

Aerial kissing was Jono's new favourite sport, for the record.

//Hannibal, I can drop you without dropping you.//

The 'making hard light objects' function on his collar was amazing for that. He twisted about in mid-air, so that he was flying with his back to the ground and Hannibal above him, and he grinned again.

//But since you asked so nicely.//

Hannibal should probably brace himself for a lot of spins and dips and loops over the water, now, the wake of the air following them alone cutting through the waves below them. They were going a little faster than what would be a comfortable cruising speed against the wind now, yes, but there was a faint blue glow in the air ahead of them. Because if he was showing off, yes, Jonothon was absolutely going to provide a windshield.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was perfectly happy with the show, and the windshield was both useful and pretty. He wasn't stupid enough to try anything terribly distracting, but he was going to go for another kiss. Let me know if I should stop.

[furnaceface]

//Never,// Jono replied, quite happy to kiss Hannibal back. They were over open water, here, and unless the giant squid decided to go fora high-five or something, there wasn't exactly anything for them to collide with while his attention was elsewhere. //Never stop kissing me.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I don't plan on it.

...was there a giant squid? Why had nobody ever mentioned the giant squid?

[furnaceface]

Sunshine was easy to forget about, perhaps, since moving out of the duck pond and into more open waters...

//Good.// Jono smiled, content to just fly for a while, basking in the feel of being in the sky again. It had been far too long. //Didn't think I'd ever be able to do this again, you know. A year and a half ago, after I came back on fire, I mean.//

[sharp_as_knives]

And yet here you are, Hannibal said. Inspiration for when the rebuilding is difficult? he suggested.

[furnaceface]

//Every little bit helps,// Jono agreed, going into a spin just because the urge arose to do so. //And really, now that the idea of putting myself together again isn't completely insurmountable, this is another kick in the rear to put even more into getting it done.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I'm happy to kick you whenever you need it, Hannibal answered, chuckling.

[furnaceface]

//I think there's a line-up for that,// Jono noted, remembering his conversation with Didi earlier. //But I'm certain anyone else who wants in on that will be happy to let you move to the front. I do generally need a lot of kicking.//

There was a pause, and then he was shooting Hannibal a cheeky grin.

//Then again, when you make that offer, I'm more likely to take it as a come-on.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned right back. What makes you think that it wasn't?

[furnaceface]

//You spoil me,// Jono decided, leaning to kiss Hannibal again before veering back toward the island. //Not that I'm as desperate for physical sensation as I usually am, I suppose. Still...//

[sharp_as_knives]

I'm not averse to leaving you with a bit more inspiration, Hannibal answered.

[furnaceface]

//Well, then I have something to look forward to when we land, don't I?//

A good, swift kick?

[sharp_as_knives]

Only if he asked very nicely.

You may.

[furnaceface]

//I'm going to remember that, you know,// Jono declared. //I'm going to hold it near and dear to my heart, and once we set foot on the ground again, I'm going to ask, 'where's my kick?'//

Don't think he wouldn't.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was certain he would.

Only if I don't kick you first.

[furnaceface]

//I'll hold you to that,// Jono decided, grinning shamelessly and then going into another loop. //God, this is wonderful. It'll be hard going back to walking from place to place after this.//

Or, you know, the being on fire. Which would be harder, admittedly.

[sharp_as_knives]

Only temporarily, Hannibal reminded him. He took a moment to enjoy the flight, then asked, Have you ever considered hang gliding in the interrim?

[furnaceface]

//Hang gliding? You know... I haven't? But then, I suppose there are a few places to take a jump from even on the island...//

So help him, Hannibal, you had Jono contemplating this.

Well. It probably wouldn't kill him, anyway.

[sharp_as_knives]

A few, Hannibal agreed. And the gliders these days are quite advanced.

[furnaceface]

//I'd probably risk it even if they weren't,// Jono decided. //I'm exactly that sort of idiot. And besides, we're flying now by virtue of sound. Actual wings are bloody near a step up.//

No, not really. But it didn't hurt to tell himself that, if he was going to have to put this collar away again tomorrow.

[sharp_as_knives]

Not as magical, perhaps, but a brief adventure. Hannibal leaned in for another kiss.

[furnaceface]

//Hopefully enough of one to keep me amused for a while here and there,// Jono agreed, leaning in to take that kiss. Because kissing. //If not, I might have to look into that one flying-squirrel looking sport. With the-- what are they? Wingsuits?//

[sharp_as_knives]

You can't do acrobatics with them, can you? Hannibal asked. Not for long, at any rate.

[furnaceface]

//Not for so long, I don't think,// Jono agreed, //but I'd like to think at least it would make up for that by being mostly free fall.//

And then he demonstrated by once again going into free fall.

Because it was wonderful once you got over the feeling of your insides lurching into your throat, really. Especially if you knew you weren't going to hit the ground.