Hannibal's home (in which he doesn't know Jono), Friday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal didn't know where he was, but it definitely wasn't the orphanage. It was far too nice and far too empty for that. He peered around suspiciously, then made a thorough inspection of the floor he was on and the rooms in it.

He found some bread and fruit in the kitchen and wrapped it in a towel to carry with him, eating another piece that wouldn't fit. Wherever he was, it was safer on his own than in somebody's house - you never knew when they might come home.

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen, too, just in case, then headed carefully for the door.



[Open for anyone in or outside of the house that wants to catch teen!Hannibal sneaking away!]

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[furnaceface]

Funny thing about Jono, really, was that he'd been an insomniac since even before he'd blown his own bloody face off. The manifestation of his powers really hadn't helped with that any, and finding himself in a strange bed, even a strange comfortable bed, was enough to help rouse him from the nightmares that crept through his mind in the dark of night, painting nightmare pictures of a man made of fire, flesh long burned away, destroying everything that had the misfortune of coming near him--

-- Gayle's face in his mind's eye, twisted in terror, as flame twisted around her and tore their world apart, layer by layer of skin and ash and--

Jono had woken with more than a start, he'd woken with a startled, broken exclamation, more emotion than voice, a wave of terror and shame that swept through the house and left a pair of cats hissing at him and scrambling for someplace to hide.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal felt whatever that was, and turned and ran, barely taking the time to close the door behind him as he left.

[furnaceface]

Jono would probably apologize for that one on Monday, once he realized what had happened. For the time being, he was mostly going to be stuck wondering why the hell he was waking up in some strange bed in a fancy room he'd never seen before, instead of an only marginally less strange bed in a basement in Massachusetts.