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!]
- An Opeth Concert, Somewhere, Somewhen, Jono Wasn't Paying Attention, Friday Night