Hannibal's house, Friday evening (with hints of the past)

[sharp_as_knives]

The day had been decidedly long, and Hannibal was glad to finally make his way, avoiding any untoward encounters, back home. And, since Jono wasn't home yet, have a leisurely dinner of the sort he wasn't sharing with anyone these days.

[OOC: For the guy who can't duck a pitchfork!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Yes, Hannibal had noted this in the past. He wrapped his arms around Jono and sent back amusement and his own exhaustion. "May we both sleep well tonight."

Yeah, that wasn't in the cards.

[furnaceface]

//Cheers,// Jono muttered. //S'worth a shot, 'nyway.//

Come on, now. Jono didn't even sleep well on a good night.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Never stop trying." Hannibal kissed Jono's hair, breathed in his scent, and settled to sleep.