Hannibal's house (which might someday be Jono's, too), Saturday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

With Jono off at work, Hannibal had made himself lunch and then retired to the music room to compose something on harpsichord. He was playing for stretches, then writing down the parts he liked, happily working through it. Beethoven was curled up on the bench next to him, and Joni was curled up on top of Beethoven.

All in all, a quiet afternoon at home.


[OOC: Open for visits!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I will," Hannibal promised. "For now, I hope you'll keep visiting from time to time."

[myownface]

"I'll have to make a point of it," Sparkle decided. "I mean, it isn't like I don't live just down the street or anything."

Really, Sparkle didn't have much excuse for not visiting any of his friends, at this point.

[sharp_as_knives]

"True." Hannibal smiled. "And I always enjoy having a friend for lunch, or dinner. Or breakfast, even."

And they had heated floors, Sparkle. Heated.