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sharp_as_knivesHannibal was enjoying the cool evening weather (and relative lack of students or bamfs) on the school's porch, paging through the new music releases in the world his tablet was from. His face was a little stiff and his eye a touch swollen, but a shower and a bit of stretching had taken care of the rest. Jono was inside talking to Logan, and unless Hannibal very much missed his guess, he would be next.
Almost on cue, he felt eyes on him, and smirked a little. "You would be much sneakier without that cigar."
"I haven't lit it yet," Logan protested gruffly.
Hannibal shrugged. "I can still smell it."
Logan snorted. "Yeah, Jono said your smell is damn good. You sure your world hasn't got mutants?" He leaned against the railing in front of Hannibal, looking down at him.
"Not in your meaning," Hannibal said. He looked up and set the tablet aside. "Genetic mutations, certainly - we do have evolution, despite idiots' protests to the contrary. But my nose is merely at the upper end of baseline human biology."
"Whatever you say, Doc." He was quiet for a long moment, just looking at Hannibal, and Hannibal let him, staying loose and unconcerned.
Logan's eyes narrowed. "Those boys today were far from the first and probably as far from the last. The kids here mostly know to be safe. They keep an eye out for weapons, they know how to handle them. But they seem to forget non-mutants can be dangerous all on their own. I don't. You're a dangerous man, Doctor Lecter."
Hannibal smiled. "I'm pleased you think so." His eyes glinted. "You wouldn't be much of a headmaster at a place like this if you didn't have very good instincts."
Logan crossed his arms. "Nothing wrong with being dangerous; hell, it'd be damn hypocritical of me to say otherwise. But this school's my place, and these are my kids." He left the challenge clear but unverbalized.
Hannibal held up his hand. "I have no intentions of harming your students or your home. Or Jono," he added. "And I keep my promises."
"You seem to have done the kid some good," Logan admitted. "And I can tell you ain't lying. You kept quiet about us with those bozos when you could've just led 'em back here. I'm satisfied as far as that goes. Dangerous men breed dangerous enemies, though."
Hannibal inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Mine will always remain in my world. They're unaware others even exist."
That got him a laugh. "Doc, nothing's certain forever. But it'll do for now." He pointed at Hannibal. "Nothing comes here with you, nothing gets back to us. And none of my children are prey."
"Agreed." Hannibal held out his hand. "I'll even help to the best of my abilities, if you like."
"Maybe," Logan answered. "We'll see." He gripped Hannibal's hand somewhere between friendly and challenging. "Welcome to the family." He smiled grimly. "Ready to get some payback?"
Almost on cue, he felt eyes on him, and smirked a little. "You would be much sneakier without that cigar."
"I haven't lit it yet," Logan protested gruffly.
Hannibal shrugged. "I can still smell it."
Logan snorted. "Yeah, Jono said your smell is damn good. You sure your world hasn't got mutants?" He leaned against the railing in front of Hannibal, looking down at him.
"Not in your meaning," Hannibal said. He looked up and set the tablet aside. "Genetic mutations, certainly - we do have evolution, despite idiots' protests to the contrary. But my nose is merely at the upper end of baseline human biology."
"Whatever you say, Doc." He was quiet for a long moment, just looking at Hannibal, and Hannibal let him, staying loose and unconcerned.
Logan's eyes narrowed. "Those boys today were far from the first and probably as far from the last. The kids here mostly know to be safe. They keep an eye out for weapons, they know how to handle them. But they seem to forget non-mutants can be dangerous all on their own. I don't. You're a dangerous man, Doctor Lecter."
Hannibal smiled. "I'm pleased you think so." His eyes glinted. "You wouldn't be much of a headmaster at a place like this if you didn't have very good instincts."
Logan crossed his arms. "Nothing wrong with being dangerous; hell, it'd be damn hypocritical of me to say otherwise. But this school's my place, and these are my kids." He left the challenge clear but unverbalized.
Hannibal held up his hand. "I have no intentions of harming your students or your home. Or Jono," he added. "And I keep my promises."
"You seem to have done the kid some good," Logan admitted. "And I can tell you ain't lying. You kept quiet about us with those bozos when you could've just led 'em back here. I'm satisfied as far as that goes. Dangerous men breed dangerous enemies, though."
Hannibal inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Mine will always remain in my world. They're unaware others even exist."
That got him a laugh. "Doc, nothing's certain forever. But it'll do for now." He pointed at Hannibal. "Nothing comes here with you, nothing gets back to us. And none of my children are prey."
"Agreed." Hannibal held out his hand. "I'll even help to the best of my abilities, if you like."
"Maybe," Logan answered. "We'll see." He gripped Hannibal's hand somewhere between friendly and challenging. "Welcome to the family." He smiled grimly. "Ready to get some payback?"
