sharp_as_knives | Hannibal's house (and totally not Jono's), Sunday

Yesterday had been reasonably quiet at home, but on these weekends, there was no telling how things would end up. So, once again, Hannibal had fixed enough food to almost-prepared for an army and enough coffee for three, and was spending as much quiet time as he could at the harpsichord.

The brass plaque at the gate announcing his office and qualifications was nicely polished, the flamingos scattered on the lawn had been sufficiently fed not to unduly bother any visitors, and everything was hopefully going to stay interesting without being too harrowing.

One could always hope.

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sharp_as_knives

"I did," Hannibal answered. "I am also a fan of music, and since Beethoven himself was deaf, it seemed appropriate."

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intraspective

Ino hadn't actually remembered that fact, which would probably make Jono sigh at her, but that was okay.

She mentally shooed a couple of squirrels away before saying, still while playing with Joni, still while petting Beethoven, and in an entirely conversational tone of voice:

"What is it that keeps you from eating Jono?"

Somewhere out there, Tseng was sighing and didn't know why.

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sharp_as_knives

Well, that was one way to begin a conversation. Hannibal raised an eyebrow at her, but since she didn't seem to be hostile just yet, he saw no reason not to answer her.

"I don't kill indiscriminately," he said. "Jono would have had to do quite a bit to cause me to consider it, even before we became friends and partners."

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intraspective

While subtlety wasn't one of her gifts, looking harmless was. Going from harmless to dangerous was another one of them.

"And now?" she prodded. "Would you eat him now?"

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sharp_as_knives

"Now less than before," Hannibal said, sighing a bit internally; he hated to let a good pun go, but he didn't think she would appreciate it. "For a number of reasons."

He was rather good at seeming harmless himself, if you weren't a telepath.

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intraspective

Yeah, tough luck there, Hannibal.

"Yes, yes," she said, a bit impatiently. "I don't need to know the reasons, but I would really like to know how much danger Jono is in by being with you."

Because if she judged the answer as being 'a lot' then Hannibal was going to have a small, blonde, former-ninja current-Turk problem in this room.

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sharp_as_knives

And now Hannibal was giving her a slightly exasperated (though still pleasant) look. "Jono is in no more danger being with me than he is simply being Jono by himself. With any luck, considerably less."

Because honestly, in this relationship? He was not the dangerous one.

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intraspective

Look, Jono generally either made terrible relationship choices or had them end in horrific ways. Ino was just not keen to see him actually get eaten because of his awful choices.

"You have a point," she conceded. "But given that I know him and I don't know you, I think I have the greater point in wanting to know how much danger there is from someone that eats people."

A beat.

"Also, I'd be terrible for you to eat, by the way, and that's not even a joke."

It really wasn't. Not that Ino thought he could kill her, but eating her was a bad plan for so, so many reasons.

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sharp_as_knives

"I wasn't intending it," Hannibal answered. "But you mean your illness?" He spread his hands. "Is there anything that I can give you to make you more comfortable?"

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intraspective

Oh, look, Ino was going to lean forward to drag her braid along the floor for Joni to chase.

"Not unless you've got a wonder-cure for something kinda like radiation poisoning," she said lightly.

And then there was the whole problem of, if he had, would she trust him enough to take it?

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sharp_as_knives

"I'm afraid not," Hannibal answered. "But I've painkillers if you would like. Of varying degrees of strength." So, aspirin through to narcotics, really.

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intraspective

"Nah," she said, watching him with her too-blue eyes. "I'm good. It's not really a pain issue."

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal nodded. "Then I'm afraid unless you're staying, there is nothing I can do to help you. Unless you would like to talk about it to somebody with an unbiased ear?" He smiled. "That is, after all, my other profession."

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intraspective

Ino looked amused.

"Is it still unbiased even after I came in here and wanted to know if you were going to eat Jono?"

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal laughed. "That merely shows that you're a friend of Jono's and have a means outside of the norm for finding information. The first makes me more kindly disposed toward you; the second makes me somewhat more cautious. Neither prevents my being unbiased, and both make me very curious."

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intraspective

It was probably not best behaviour to tell a joke that someone else wasn't going to get, but Ino was going to do it.

"I got the information because I am a ninja," she said, and laughed. "But alright, I guess I can talk. Been talkin' to an awful lot of people this weekend."

So one more didn't seem like it would hurt anyone.

"Where should I start?"

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sharp_as_knives

Hannibal might not get the joke, but he could get the intent and humor. "With your coffee," he said, grinning. "And then wherever you like. How did you meet Jono?"

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intraspective

"Oh, gods, I don't remember," she said, frowning a bit as she reached for her coffee and added cream and sugar to it.

Coffee was still not her favourite thing, but when you were a Turk, you drank coffee. Or booze. And Ino didn't do booze these days at all.

"We were probably stuck in class together at first. Or met at a picnic. Oh! We shared a cabin once and he was cranky about being stuck with a bunch of girls, 'cause he were the only boy in our cabin."

Ino had laughed at him. Of course she had.

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sharp_as_knives

"As I understand it, he was quite a bit more self-conscious those days," Hannibal said. "What brought you to Fandom? Or were you one of the unintended students?"

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intraspective

"No, I knew sorta what I was getting into when I got here," she said, tilting her head a little. "Got into a bad argument with friends at home, wanted to come here to take some time, get some space, you know? Four years later and home weren't home to me any more, so I went to a different world."

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sharp_as_knives

"Fandom is wonderful for that sort of opportunity," Hannibal noted. "What is it you do now? Apart from being a ninja."

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intraspective

"I work for the ShinRa Electric Power Company," Ino said, shrugging, though his sally about the ninja thing made her grin at him. "In the Department of Administrative Research. Otherwise known as the Turks. We... gather information, amongst other things."

The Turks did ShinRa's dirty work. Ino was terribly good at it.