Hannibal's house (which he graciously allows Jono access to), Saturday

[sharp_as_knives]

Most people who knew Hannibal would probably assume he overpacked out of sheer hedonism. But while he appreciated luxury...well, yes, likely more than the next person...he was perfectly capable of leaving it behind when appropriate.

Which didn't mean he wasn't packing his quality toiletries, but it did mean he was leaving the suits behind.

"Have you checked the weather forecast yet?" he asked, trying to decide on trousers.



[OOC: For the man!]

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[furnaceface]

//Probably an acoustic,// Jono replied, nodding a little as he rummaged around for enough socks to get him through the week. //I'd go mad without something, and this is the first trip I'll have been on in a while that isn't terribly likely to have a music shop I can at least rent from while we're there.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Sometimes I wish my own music were more portable." Hannibal chuckled. "Although I've grown quite adept at composing in my mind palace."

[furnaceface]

//Wouldn't mind joining you for one of those composing sessions if you'll have me,// Jono mused. //I imagine it'd be a little more versatile in there, having any instrument you have a familiarity with at your disposal.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Of course," Hannibal said, smiling at him. "I look forward to it." He placed the carefully wrapped sunscreen in his suitcase and took Joni out of it. Again.

[furnaceface]

//You know,// Jono ventured, watching Hannibal extract the cat from the luggage, //one of these days, she's going to get into that thing, and we won't realize until we're already through the portal.//

A beat.

//Which'll be one hell of a feat, considering the whole 'dropping them off at the kennel first' thing.//

Never underestimate the tenacity of a determined forever-kitten.

[sharp_as_knives]

"If there is a way, I've no doubt this little lady will find it." Hannibal gave her an exasperated look before putting her down.

[furnaceface]

Joni sat there for all of two seconds before licking a paw, and then winding around the nearest set of ankles. That would totally throw her people off her scent before the inevitable next attempt!

//She's a resourceful one,// Jono agreed, his smile quite apparent in the corners of his eyes. //And on certain trips, that might not even be a terrible thing. But if she gets eaten by a pteranodon or something while we're there, I'll be rather displeased.//

Understatement ahoy!

[sharp_as_knives]

"I don't suppose you could explain that to her?" Hannibal asked. "Besides," he told Joni, "if you were to come with us, you'd be unable to bother Beethoven all week."

[furnaceface]

//I could explain it to her, but see if she listens. She is a cat,// Jono pointed out. //Still, I think she might actually be more in love with tormenting Beethoven than she is in getting into trouble elsewhere, so it might be worth the attempt...//

Joni wasn't exactly paying attention thus far, though.

[sharp_as_knives]

Because again, she was a cat.

"Well, we'll put him in the carrier first."

[furnaceface]

//It'll be the only hope we have of getting her into it without either of us bleeding too much,// Jono agreed, nodding. //Lord only knows what the difference is between being locked in the carrier and being shut into a packed suitcase, in the mind of a cat.//

Joni definitely preferred the suitcase. By a lot.

[sharp_as_knives]

"One offers greater opportunity to shed on our clothing," Hannibal answered dryly.

[furnaceface]

//Simple pleasures,// Jono mused, and then made a reach to start sorting through his underwear.

Yes. Yes he was picking ones that would make Hannibal cringe the least. He was clearly in a good mood tonight.

Either that, or Hannibal had been doing an excellent job of curating his laundry.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was an excellent curator, it's true. And prudent enough to hold his triumph down to a very slight smile.