Hannibal's House (That Jono Has Never Been a Pony In), Sunday Evening

[furnaceface]

Jono was tired. Jono was tired, and cranky, and he had a lollipop sticking out of his hair, a pocket full of bottlecaps and small seashells, an actual pirate cutlass from the seventeenth century at his hip, a bright blue frog on one shoulder, three Pokémon gym badges (he'd bid a fond farewell to the Vulpix, Raticate, and Ekans he'd won them with

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[never_dull]

Hannibal had no more candy or chocolate in his hair, by dint of transforming back from a pony and then taking a very long shower and bath. He was still in his robe and pajamas, with a really large glass of wine by his side.

Beethoven was up on a shelf, still suspicious that the blue pony was going to come back. He didn't even care that Joni was curled up on his back.

Everything in the house was slightly askew from having been floating for most of a day and then returned unceremoniously to the ground.

And Hannibal's tax return form 8283 for charitable donations was sitting on the coffee table. He hadn't gotten around to returning it to the office yet.

For Hannibal, this was pretty damn close to chaos.

He looked Jono over, grimaced at the paint and lollipop, and got up to greet him.

"I thought you couldn't get burnt?"

[furnaceface]

//Oh, I can get burned,// Jono muttered, wrinkling his nose and deciding to find a new home for Hendrix in a minute. //I just don't tend to burn myself.//

Anymore.

He held his arms open for a hug, anyway. Chaotic as everything seemed to be, it was good to be home. Doubly good that his fiance didn't appear to have hooves.

[never_dull]

Hannibal hugged him, albeit a bit wary of the stickiness and the frog. "I see your trip wasn't entirely bad." He nodded toward the stack of vinyl.

"You seem to need a shower almost as much as I did. An entire week of layovers?"

[furnaceface]

//Layovers and the worst kind of commuting in order to make connections,// Jono mumbled, clinging for a moment.

Hendrix (possibly Hendrix four or five, considering the brief stint with goldfish in high school and the frogs he'd kept at the Boards for a while) was mostly just interested in supervising from his perch atop one of the now rainbow metallic studs in Jono's jacket.

//Remind me that I care about those children enough to risk that ever happening again? And then tell me about your week.//