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]

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.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal kissed Jono again. "Hopefully, they will grow into their own fashions soon enough."

[furnaceface]

"Or into yours?" Jono smirked and leaned into that kiss. "That wouldn't be so bad, I suppose. At the end the day, they could all be turning out far worse."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Much worse," Hannibal agreed. "Fortunately, they have excellent role models."

Yes, he was including himself in that. Why not?

[furnaceface]

"They must," Jono replied, smirking a little and turning around to nuzzle his face into the crook of Hannibal's neck. "People keep actually trusting us with them."

And they kept turning out okay. Jono was so bloody proud of the lot of them.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal hummed happily, returning the gesture. "If you keep that up, we won't get out of the house for hours."

Which was certainly not a complaint.

[furnaceface]

"I see nothing the matter with that."

Breakfast was getting cold. That wasn't stopping Jonothon from nibbling right there, though. Because hi, good morning, there weren't any kids at home, and the cats could only judge them so much.

[sharp_as_knives]

Breakfast was only coffee so far; coffee could always be reheated.

"Fortunately, neither do I." Hannibal wasn't nibbling yet, but he was licking Jono's neck, just little tastes, as he backed him over the bed.

[furnaceface]

Well, coffee was the most important part of breakfast.

Or maybe Hannibal was the most important part of breakfast? Either way, Jono was absolutely letting Hannibal nudge him back toward the bed, leaning his head back to give Hannibal better access to his throat as he raised his hands to grab at Hannibal's hair.

Trust. Complete trust.