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

[sharp_as_knives]

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]

Hannibal chuckled, then continued speaking out loud, although quietly. "It does however mean that thinking at you to avoid disturbing her is rather pointless. But it's good to know you inspire such loyalty."

[furnaceface]

//Well, not all telepaths are immediately attuned to louder thoughts,// Jono offered, //but I'm not certain completely how Ino's works so...//

He shrugged.

//I might have to find Reno while he's still about.// A beat. //Or we both can. You've got slightly more tact than I've got.//

Slightly?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned. "If you like. I believe most of the alumni are staying at the hotel; we could start by calling them to see if he's one of them."

[furnaceface]

//Can't hurt. It's... really the least we can do, I imagine.//

Shut up, Ino. Jono wasn't giving up on you yet.