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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 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.


2015-03-14 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)

//Not a suit,// Jono offered, because maybe that would help, somehow? //A button-down and a jumper for whatever weather there was on the way back. One of those pairs of slacks that doesn't actually belong to anything else, even though it goes with mostly everything. I can probably replace it all, if nothing else.//

A beat.

//If you do feel cold, I'll lend you my jacket.//

Because he didn't care how much anybody liked Opeth, there was a limit to how much he'd spend on clothing at a concert.


2015-03-14 05:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal waved it off. "Nothing irreplaceable, then." He pulled the shirt on and looked down at himself wryly. "I would accuse you of doing this on purpose, if I didn't know better."


2015-03-14 05:10 am (UTC) (Link)

//It's not a bad look for you,// Jono offered. //And you chose the trousers.//

Look at how strappy they were, Hannibal. Lookit.


2015-03-14 05:25 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal gave Jono a sardonic look. "Because they looked like fun for a snake," he recalled. "And they were better than the stripes." Well, at least they were warm. And the shirt had an interesting design on it, even if t-shirts weren't really his style.

"I should be warm enough. Do you remember if they sold shoes out there?"


2015-03-14 11:24 am (UTC) (Link)

//Erm...// Jono gave his shoulders a shrug. //Sorry, mate.//

Honestly, he'd been impressed to find a merchandise booth at a concert that carried trousers in the first place.

//If that drunk Scottish bugger comes at us again, I'll happily lay him flat and steal his boots, though.//

He was only half joking.


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

Hannibal frowned. "What was he saying?" It had been odd, not being able to hear.


2015-03-14 03:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

//He was just a half-trolleyed macho arsehole looking to pick a fight with someone,// Jono muttered, bunching up in the shoulders a little before getting up and dusting himself off. //Decided that snakes were chiché and bandages were either hilarious or personally offensive, couldn't even make out which, and took issue with me trying to walk away.//

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