Hannibal's house, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono had been upset ever since class that morning, and Hannibal had a very good idea why. He even had some of his own thoughts on the matter. Jono would speak when he was ready, though, and Hannibal wasn't going to press him.

Which didn't mean he wouldn't coax him into the music room to try out his new composition while accompanying him on harpsichord. Music was wonderful for opening floodgates.



[OOC: For the one mentioned, but as ever open for calls and whatnot.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I don't expect it will, no," Hannibal agreed. "But instead of seeing bodies divorced from any sense of life, she will see them presented as human beings. Her reactions may give us an insight into how best to approach her."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded again.

//They might,// he agreed. //She seems so cavalier about death, I'm curious just how much she's viewing it in the abstract.//

Or if she was at all. Being so close to Nanika, and being trained as an assassin at an early age... meant that her comprehension of death itself could be practically anywhere.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded back. "Would you like to ask her?"

[furnaceface]

//If... she'd like to come see dead people with us?//

Jono hesitated for a moment, letting himself wrap his head around the idea, before nodding a little.

//I think I would. If nothing else, she'll likely enjoy the exhibit and the chance to get out and about. And, hell, you're right. So will we.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Excellent." Hannibal smiled at Jono. "Now, would you like to work on your arrangement?"