Hannibal's house (not that Jono cares), Saturday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

These weeks on the island did not, for the most part, affect Hannibal the same as everybody else; sex was an enjoyable pastime, but one he could largely forego in the face of other...enjoyments. Which didn't mean he hadn't been somewhat restless and wanting this week. He'd sharpened his knives, filled his pantry, and been very artistic in doing so. But even with a multiverse of rude people to choose from, it seemed wasteful to do too much of that.


[OOC: For the one mentioned, specifics NFB. Warnings for blood, sex, and...just...general Jono and Hannibalness.]

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[furnaceface]

... Right. Packing. Vacation. Lord, Jono was going to spend the entire time just trying to find a comfortable way to sit down.

//Packing. Right. I. Ah. Maybe I'll just...// He could not get away with wearing the same thing all week. He was no longer with the X-Men. He was allowed to change his clothes and had never been big on uniforms in the first place. //After a nap.//

In the morning or something.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled and kissed Jono's neck. "After a nap," he agreed.

He had no doubt the cats would wake them in time.