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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[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.

[sharp_as_knives]

Or if you accepted it as a valid (if improbable) danger. I thought you enjoyed flying, not falling, Hannibal teased. Anybody can fall. At least once.

[furnaceface]

//I enjoy both,// Jono shared. //The best part about falling is the part at the end, though, where I don't end up a bloody smear on the ground below.//

Really, that should be his favourite part, shouldn't it? He was laughing again as they plummeted, and then, of course, missed.

Missing the ground. Best part.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was silent through the pull-up, enjoying the sensation. It does improve the rest of it, he acknowledged after.

[furnaceface]

//Remarkably so,// Jono agreed, and then gave a little exhale, happy to let himself coast along for a while longer. //I'm going to miss this tomorrow. I'm going to miss a lot of this tomorrow.//

He would try not to mope about it too much, but this wasn't going to be easy to let go of, even if he did know something could be done about it with enough hard work and patience.

[sharp_as_knives]

Commit it to memory, Hannibal advised. Remember every last sensation and experience. Relive it in your memory palace, and use it as a guide to help in rebuilding yourself. He smirked. Although perhaps without the breasts.