Fire - Interesting Gutters
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Hannibal's House (That Jono Sometimes Turns Into A Snake In), Friday Evening
Overall, it had been one more pretty quiet sort of day. Jono had spent it playing guitar, mostly for something to do with his hands, before it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he should be considering doing something more productive than playing 'When Doves Cry' for the millionth time.

He was really starting to wonder about this year, honestly.

//Hannibal,// he said, leaning over to set his guitar down on its stand, //have you given any thought to workshops yet this semester?//

[OOC: For that guy! Don't mind me. Getting all my ducks in a row before a convention weekend with terrible timing, alas.]

never_dull

2016-04-23 01:34 am (UTC) (Link)

Shall we find more places around the world to visit? Hannibal suggested, switching to voice as he came back into the music room, plate in hand. "I've enjoyed that."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 01:38 am (UTC) (Link)

//That was a fun one, wasn't it?// Jono looked curiously at the plate in question, and then turned a glance up at Hannibal in silent inquiry before pressing on anyway. //I was thinking that, or our music appreciation class again. That was always fun, and I think even we both learned a fair bit when we were teaching it.//

Because... music. And two men with very little crossover in their usual preferred genre.

Edited at 2016-04-23 01:45 am (UTC)

never_dull

2016-04-23 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)

"A rather prosaic sandwich," Hannibal explained, sitting in one of the plush chairs with a table next to it. It was Hannibal, so Jono was free to take that description with more salt than was in the meat.

"It's been some time since we last taught music. Why not? Did you have anything specific in mind."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 01:52 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono... was going to err on the side of caution and just leave Hannibal to his sandwich, then. If it didn't come with a fancy description of exactly what kind of meat it was and the ten different ways the ingredients for the sauce were prepared, he figured by this point that he probably didn't want to know.

So he just nodded a little.

//I was thinking something like our musical appreciation class or our... glorified field trip classes. Either something new, getting us out and about for the summer to actually take in the music live when we can, or the same lecture course we've taught before. I haven't thought too much about it, admittedly.//

never_dull

2016-04-23 02:02 am (UTC) (Link)

"Either would be interesting."

And honestly, now Jono was getting paranoid. It was only a bit of shaved pork and watercress with goat cheese on good bread. He'd only thrown it together; it was barely worth speaking of.

"Perhaps a combination of some sort. Or we could do one, and then the other the following term."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 02:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Hey, Jono never claimed to be not paranoid. You accidentally share the wrong meal once, you learn to stop just tuning in without being explicitly invited to do so.

//Ooh. I like that. Let one lead into the other? Give students an understanding of the options, and then from there take them out to hear it in person?//

never_dull

2016-04-23 02:16 am (UTC) (Link)

"Why not? It would offer more context for enjoying the trips later." Hannibal smiled. "And would be an adequate excuse for us to listen to more music." As if they needed one.

furnaceface

2016-04-23 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)

//I will never turn down a-// completely unnecessary //--reason to go listening to more music,// Jono replied, looking amused. //Honestly, I wonder how long we can continue doing this before the administration realizes we're teaching classes like this entirely for our own enjoyment.//

He shrugged his shoulders a little, and then slithered down into his seat a bit. His back still ached, and sometimes a good slouch... was terrible for it, but the awkward positions that actually helped ease the ache were surprising, at times.

never_dull

2016-04-23 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal gave him a sardonic look. "Considering some of the classes that have been taught in this place, I suspect they're merely pleased ours aren't overtly lethal."

He eyed Jono. "Your back again?" He knew that slouch.

furnaceface

2016-04-23 02:29 am (UTC) (Link)

... Okay, Hannibal had an excellent point, there. Even their dangerous field trips were safer than some of the other classes around that school.

//My back again,// Jono muttered, nodding his agreement. //It's better than it was by far, but that just means I'm willing to do more squirming to get comfortable. Especially if I've been sitting a while.//

never_dull

2016-04-23 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal set his lunch aside and stood, holding out a hand to help Jono up. "The solution would seem to be not to sit for so long, then."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 02:42 am (UTC) (Link)

//Mm, I suppose,// Jono allowed, relenting and taking Hannibal's hand to pull himself to his feet. //I still find it easier to play guitar sitting down, though. I'm picking and choosing my battles, there.//

Go on, try to tell Jono not to play his guitar, see how well that worked out.

//Unless there's some better way to do both without having t'do too much lifting.//

never_dull

2016-04-23 02:50 am (UTC) (Link)

"Stretch between songs," Hannibal suggested. "Bring in a stool and switch between that and the chair, so your posture changes."

He would never suggest a lack of music.

He reached around and started gently massaging the sore muscles, more encouraging Jono to loosen them than manipulating them himself.

furnaceface

2016-04-23 02:56 am (UTC) (Link)

Ooh, that was nice. Jono shifted his weight again, leaning back into Hannibal's hand just slightly.

//I think that's exactly what I needed,// he muttered, closing his eyes. //I'd wrap myself around that hand if I could, you know.//

And then he actually was doing just that, coiling around Hannibal's hand almost desperately. His clothing all fell to the floor without him, and it was a surprisingly long way down all of a sudden.

never_dull

2016-04-23 03:02 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal blinked and did his best to untangle the clothes and flick them away without startling the very small, very poisonous snake that was suddenly curled around his hand. He'd never yet been bitten by Jono-as-a-snake, but surprising him when he was disoriented would probably be a good way to manage it.

"I suppose at least you weren't wearing your bandages; there's much less fabric this way." And he probably shouldn't worry too much about where the surgical wire had gone to... He eyed Jono sharply, but his tiny ribs seemed fine. "Well, small favors, I suppose."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 03:18 am (UTC) (Link)

The island was nothing if not thoughtful! As a tiny snake, he very much could die, most likely. Being skewered from the inside by wire that was roughly half as long as he was would have been... unfortunate.

Jono eyed Hannibal back, more or less. Mostly it involved him sticking out his tongue a few times, and then coiling himself around Hannibal's hand all the more. This was a warm place. This would do.

never_dull

2016-04-23 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal shook his head and picked up his lunch. "I don't suppose you want dead pig to eat?" He offered a corner of the sandwich to the snake. "Otherwise, I shall have to make a trip to the pet store."

furnaceface

2016-04-23 03:35 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono hesitated for a moment, his little tongue working pffth-pffth overtime as the sandwich was offered to him.

And then he bit at it. The meat was cooked, and not the sort of thing a little snake probably ought to go for, but it had been a long while since he'd last eaten, and really, he couldn't pass up a good meal, could he?

never_dull

2016-04-23 03:49 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal just nodded. Snake in one hand and plate in the other, he headed upstairs. This was, after all, ostensibly one of the reasons they'd put in the sauna.

"I'm not turning the floor heaters on just yet," he told the little snake, "but you'll be happier in the warmth, and I won't have to look out for the cats."