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An Opeth Concert, Somewhere, Somewhen, Jono Wasn't Paying Attention, Friday Night
You know what made for an interesting outing when Jono absolutely had to get away from the island? Booking the cheapest Portalocity ticket he could find in order to take in some sort of concert, right now. Fandom was starting to come down on him like some sort of weight, and he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, still. But Jonothon had procured tickets to Opeth, and wasn't opposed to making a trek through time and halfway across the planet to wherever Portalocity dropped him off in order to take a bit of a breather.

... That he happened to be going to the concert with a particularly stubborn snake coiled around him had been unforeseen, but at least he'd prepared a bag with Hannibal's clothing in it, just in case they happened to be out and about when he changed back.

Only... only it was intermission now, and it was starting to become increasingly clear that the bag had walked away on him.

//I thought you were watching it,// he mumbled to his serpentine companion as he browsed the overpriced clothing at the merch table, looking for something that would be... at least somewhat inoffensive to Hannibal's tastes and his own. //This isn't all on my head. You're the one who insisted on coming along.//

[OOC: NFI, open to that snekky guy!]


2015-03-14 02:07 am (UTC) (Link)

His opinion no longer needed, Hannibal was just going to coil back up around Jono's neck and nestle in his hair for a bit. It was nicely warm with all the bodies, but there were an awful lot of people around, and without the music all the vibrations were a bit chaotic. Here he could hide and distract himself with Jono's familiar scent.

You didn't mind the snaky tongue on your neck, did you, Jono?


2015-03-14 02:16 am (UTC) (Link)

Not too much, really. With his wrappings on, the snaky tongue was mostly just scenting at his bandages anyway. It would be fun explaining his squirming, anyway, if anybody happened to look over and realize that there was the head of a large, venomous snake peering out the back of Jono's jacket, there.

//And I think there's about enough time to browse the rest of the merch table for vinyl before intermission ends. Might as well pick some up for the shop while I'm here, and this time I'll keep a better eye on it.//


2015-03-14 02:24 am (UTC) (Link)

Eh, whatever. If Jono wanted to walk around and look at more things, Hannibal didn't care. So long as he could feel the music when it started, anywhere was fine with him. Maybe he'd just take a bit of a nap.


2015-03-14 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Nap away, Hannibal! The more you napped, the less Jono would have to worry about anybody noticing you. Or, at least, that was the theory. Jono's back tensed and his eye twitched as a hand fell heavy on his shoulder from behind.

"Oy, min. A snake? You serious? You're at a concert, not a fuckin' zoo, 'ere."

... The Scottish. Good, good. Jono just turned around to level the guy with a look.

Which... Had the opposite reaction from the one that he had been hoping for, and, sadly, about the same reaction as the one he'd been half expecting, since the man in question was blinking, and then grinning, and then having himself a good laugh.

"Ah, shite! Check this out! All wrapped up in black leathers like some sort of fuckin' goth wallaper! You tryin' to keep somethin' in there? Few more snakes in that bound-up gob 'o yours?"

Jono just stared at him for a moment more, and then shook his head and turned to walk away again. Drunk bloody git wasn't going to get another second of his time if he had any say in the-

The hand that had been on his shoulder was now grabbing him by the arm and turning him around again.

"Where the hell you goin', min? You don't just walk away without a word in the middle of a fuckin' conversation! Fuckin' rude, that is."


2015-03-14 02:51 am (UTC) (Link)

Rude? Rude was upsetting and manhandling Hannibal's warm food-giving person! Hannibal picked up his head, extended his hood, and growled.


2015-03-14 03:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Well, that gave Drunk-and-Stupid a moment's pause, at least, though he was swaying backwards a moment later and hollering pretty loudly.

"Jesus fuck, that thing's real? That's a real fuckin' cobra? What kind of glaikit bastard carries one of those around down his fuckin' shirt?"

Jono lifted a hand to stroke the back of Hannibal's hood reassuringly. It was fine. He could handle this. Really. It was just some drunk plonker with his head shoved so far up his asshole that he couldn't see common sense through all the shit.

He tried again to back away, and this time, at least, it was easier to pull his arm out of the man's grip. That seemed like a start.


2015-03-14 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal let himself be soothed, leaning into Jono's hand. It was fine? Was the big warm thing sure? He was keeping an eye on the rude, loud thing. He could bite if he needed to.


2015-03-14 03:52 am (UTC) (Link)

The big warm thing was very sure. He was. Look, here, they were going to just back away from the loud, stupid thing who was blathering to itself and threatening to call security, and... duck into this restroom, here. See? Great place to be, in the restroom. It was...


Well, it had urinals and such. It wasn't terribly classy. It was a toilet in possibly-somewhere-in-Scotland at an Opeth concert.

//At least it's quieter in here.//


2015-03-14 04:08 am (UTC) (Link)

It was quieter, yes. Hannibal kept a suspicious eye on the door, though, just in case. He curled around Jono's neck and shoulders protectively, perfectly ready to bite anyone who bothered them.

And then startled and clutched at him, trying not to fall - disoriented, naked, and very human again.


2015-03-14 04:11 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal tried not to fall? Try being the one who suddenly had the full weight of a fully-grown naked man on his shoulders, as opposed to a relatively much lighter snake!

//Oh hell.//

The good news was that gravity still worked. And look, Jono was even there to break Hannibal's fall!

//... Ow.//


2015-03-14 04:18 am (UTC) (Link)

Ow, yes. That was a good word for it. Hannibal blinked and tried to settle his brain, realizing belatedly that he was on top of Jono and...well, he started to roll off of him, but...bathroom floor at an Opeth concert in probably-Scotland. He levered himself up instead, trying to get used to legs again.

"That was...interesting," he managed. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to set it to rights.

Edited at 2015-03-14 04:20 am (UTC)


2015-03-14 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)


Please just excuse Jono for a moment. He was the one currently still splayed out on a bathroom floor at an Opeth concert in probably-Scotland, just moments after being unintentionally flattened by his naked partner. He was actually pretty effectively winded for a guy with no lungs.

//Welcome back?//

He was going to... sit up.



Which hurt, but afforded him with a view, at least.


2015-03-14 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal would offer Jono a hand up as soon as he was steady on his legs. "Thank you." He shook his head; he had quite a bit to take in about the last...however long it had been. But for now, there were a few more pressing things.

For one, it was rather chilly. For another, Jono was still sitting on the ground, and he should probably - oh. He raised an eyebrow at him. "Shall I pose?"


2015-03-14 04:49 am (UTC) (Link)

//Well, I wouldn't complain,// Jono noted, and then sort of gathered up his armload of clothes and what was left of his wits and with their power combined, actually lifted his purchases up to offer to Hannibal. //... Somebody pinched th'bag with your usual clothes in it.//

In case he'd missed that memo. He had been pretty busy being warm and cozy and feeling the music out at the time.


2015-03-14 04:53 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal took the clothes, eyed them dubiously, and started dressing; it wasn't like he had a wide choice, after all. "What did they get?" Not one of his better outfits, hopefully.

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