Hannibal and Jono's house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal slept even less than Jono these days, but that didn't stop him from lying in bed and enjoying the closeness and occasionally drifting off. When he woke again and stretched, it was still early; he decided to increase his chances of waking Jono up by wandering down to make coffee.

There were odd differences in the decor of the house that he couldn't quite place - what had Fandom been doing today? But it wasn't enough to bother him until he headed back upstairs with the tray. And stopped short at the top. "Beethoven?" He knelt carefully and held his hand out to the old cat, who sniffed it a little suspiciously before turning around and heading to the bedroom.

By the time Hannibal set the coffee service down on the nightstand, Beethoven was curled at the foot of the bed and Hannibal was running confused possibilities through his head.


[OOC: Expecting the one there, but open post!]

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[furnaceface]

"Well, yes, but that's what school days are for," Jono replied, putting his nose into the air. "We ship the kids off to class, we take the day to do whatever else we need to do..."

... It maybe missed the point. A touch.

[sharp_as_knives]

The look Jono was getting for that was epic. "Such as caring for the little ones, planning our own lessons, and ensuring your team isn't in too much trouble?"

[furnaceface]

"It's the little things," Jono agreed, a touch wistfully.

...

"Fine. Fine. I'll start looking into portal tickets to somewhere quiet. Even if Lee can't babysit, I know Logan likes to when we'll let him."

[sharp_as_knives]

"No," Hannibal said firmly. "You'll start looking into quiet places. I will book the portal tickets."

He wanted to actually get there.

[furnaceface]

But the stopovers were half the fun, now that Jono was roughly three hundred percent less terrified that something would mutilate Hannibal to death along the way!

"... Fair enough. We'll see if I find something that doesn't try to eat us, this time."

[sharp_as_knives]

"That would be preferable, yes." Just because they were both as close to immortal as made no difference, didn't mean being eaten was pleasant.

[furnaceface]

"Earth, or elsewhere?"

There were a lot of options, here. Best to narrow it down a little bit, first.

[sharp_as_knives]

"A version of Earth with nothing but humans," Hannibal suggested. "Something terribly boring where nobody will even consider any of our oddities to be any more than that."

Honestly, mutant-hunters got terribly annoying at times.

[furnaceface]

Really, Jono didn't need to be told about that. He knew all about how annoying they could be.

"... That sounds beautiful," he admitted. "It's been a while since I've been to a reality like that. I'd forgotten they existed."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Someplace where children aren't allowed," Hannibal suggested. "If we're not going to have our own, I don't want to put up with anybody else's, either."

He thought. "The south of France? A remote island in Okinawa? A private island in the Caribbean?"

[furnaceface]

"Not France," Jono decided, a beat too quickly. "But I'm not ruling out the private island. Careful, though. I like it too much, and I'll end up buying one."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned. "You say that as if it would be a bad thing."

[furnaceface]

"Just imagine," Jono mused, "how many more kids we could fit on a private island..."

Sorry, Hannibal. This was your life now.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We could build a wall around one portion of it," Hannibal countered, "which none of the children are ever allowed beyond."

It wasn't that he didn't adore the children, but there were times he needed a bit of space and quiet.

[furnaceface]

"We could just make that portion of the island as unwelcoming to children as possible," Jono countered. "Classical music at all hours, a 'you must eat this much spinach before entering' rule. Maybe even a chore list. We wouldn't want to make it seem forbidden, just unappealing."

A little oasis of adulthood, where only the brave or the well-behaved could enter.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Chris likes classical music, and he's developing a taste for spinach," Hannibal reminded him. "Though the chores might still work. A new chore for every minute spent there for everybody under twenty-one?"

[furnaceface]

"Bloody hell, Chris," Jono muttered. "He's going to take after you, you know."

This wasn't actually a bad thing. In most regards, anyway.

"But if we make the chores obnoxious enough, that might just do the trick. Start with dishes, cutting the grass, taking out the garbage..."

Which would be a hell of a job, on a private island.

[sharp_as_knives]

"An extra hour of training with Jubilee or either of the Wolverines," Hannibal suggested. "And personally, I'll be pleased if I can influence that boy to wear an entire set of clothing without holes."

That part was not his doing.

[furnaceface]

"It's in fashion again," Jono laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Give him a few years, and he'll look back and wonder what the hell he'd been thinking. In the meantime, good luck getting him to keep his good clothing in one piece too, if he ends up training more with any of them."

[sharp_as_knives]

"That's what unstable molecules are for," Hannibal said firmly. "And I believe, mon trognon, that the holes in his clothing have less to do with modern fashion and more to do with yours."

It wasn't only Hannibal that he was taking after and attempting to please.

[furnaceface]

Oh, dammit, Hannibal. Now you had Jono making stupid faces.

"But I haven't worn clothing with holes in it in years."

Mostly because, shockingly, those clothes kept vanishing from his drawers.

"Well, there were those jeans. But I bought them that way!"

[sharp_as_knives]

It was amazing how often those clothes disappeared! Shocking, really!

"There are still pictures," Hannibal pointed out. "Be grateful he isn't attempting the kilt."

Or the mullet.

[furnaceface]

Jono's own vehement insistence that the mullet was the greatest mistake he'd ever made in life had probably helped with that.

"The kilt was Lee's idea!"

Jono was never letting that go. Ever. It was something he could point at and blame somebody else for. There wasn't much of that in his life, when it came to terrible choices.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You still wore it," Hannibal pointed out. "That could be enough."

[furnaceface]

"And I made it look good," Jono muttered. "That doesn't mean I'm going to endorse it."

... Well, okay, if it made the kids happy, he totally would.