Somewhere on the mainland, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

One of the best things about having a multiplicity of worlds to choose from was that you could find nearly anything if you were willing to look long enough. In this case, a hang-gliding school that ran through the entire course in one long day.

It had more to do with the fact Hannibal was a fast learner than that he didn't want to wear jeans any more than he had to, honestly.



[For the one mentioned! NFB for distance.]

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[furnaceface]

Well, yes. But was anybody going to point that one out to, say, Storm? Jono was calling not-it.

//I suppose with all the other things they go up against, they figure the last thing that'll take them down is gravity. Even if that's exactly what gravity does. Hell, I've needed somebody to catch me a few times, I'll admit it. But I've only ever fallen after losing consciousness. Not very conducive for pulling a parachute cord, either.//

He paused for a few seconds too long before adding, //If I ever get the opportunity to fly again, I'll bring a chute.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I would appreciate it, Hannibal answered. He'd be unlikely to be able to catch Jono, and gravity wasn't often inclined to argue.

But you are flying now, he pointed out. Still enjoying yourself? It was definitely a tease; Jono hadn't made any secret of his enjoyment, after all.

[furnaceface]

//It still isn't quite the same,// Jono was quick to point out. At least he knew better than to leave it at that. //But yes, I am. I wouldn't mind making this more of a regular thing. At least, once the weather is a bit warmer.//

Being on fire did not mean he didn't feel cold.

[sharp_as_knives]

We could visit Australia at this time of year, Hannibal suggested. He let the initial comment pass, since it seemed more a note than a complaint.

[furnaceface]

//Just a quick jaunt down to the southern hemisphere, avoid winter by leaping directly into summer?// ... //I like it. You know, I don't think I've ever been to Australia?//

This is something you'd think he'd remember. The glamourous life of a former X-Man.

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono hadn't been dead enough to go to Australia with the X-Men.

We'll have to plan for it, then. Hannibal swooped a bit and settled to the left and behind Jono. I wouldn't mind a repeat of this myself.

Maybe he could plan something similar for the honeymoon, even. Although not Australia; he had a definite destination in mind.

[furnaceface]

//Once we land, we can schedule it in for... sometime. When neither of us is teaching or pretending to run a functional record shop,// Jono decided. //Doing more of this seems worth making time for, to me.//

[sharp_as_knives]

The only answer he was getting to that was a distinct sense of amusement. Trust Jono to make time for flying. For sometime, then.