Some days were 'nope' days.
Nope days were those days when Jono rolled over, and, in spite of having real life functional human being things to do that day, took one look around the room and decided, nope, he wasn't going to go outside today, he wasn't going to go to work today, and he sure as hell wasn't going to hang around the house with his flames out and wild today. Most days weren't quite nope days. He'd made enough progress over the years that he was generally pretty reliable when it came to his job, and he knew that Hannibal's house was a safe space to bare his flames in.
He noped. He slept in. He read a book. He poked around on his phone to see what in the world Tony had done to the thing. And then, when he couldn't justify staying in bed any longer without having to explain that the bed was his home now, he was moving in and wasn't going to be social ever again, he lugged himself out and into his makeshift workroom to do something productive. There were a few last tweaks he wanted to make to his old collar today, and taking the day off and doing so meant he had an excuse for most of the nopes that he'd noped the hardest about.
[OOC: Mainly for that one guy, but if you have any desire to visit or call or text or what-have-you, go for it!]
- Hannibal's House (that Jono ignores that his own apartment even exists in favour of), Saturday