Hannibal's eel-invasion recovery party thing had seemed to be going well. After all, there was eel (always important when people were revenge-eating the same things that had spent the day before trying to kill them) and there was good company, and that was about all Jono really needed in order to get his mind off of the things that had been bothering him lately.
And then Karla had joined the party, and... well...
No. Nope. Jono was still fully expecting her to yell at him, and there was no way he was going to let that happen in Hannibal's dining room, with an audience. And so he was hiking up the collar to his coat, making certain that Joni was comfortably stowed away in his pocket, and he was slipping out the back door, around the house, making his way into the street.
For air. For privacy. Maybe just because he liked the smell of raw eel in the evening. He'd come up with any excuse he liked, thank you. The important thing was, he was outside.
[OOC: For one, please!]
- Along Griffin Way, Thursday Evening