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Fast Eddie's Bowling Alley, Sunday afternoon

They were at the bowling alley. They were at the bowling alley entirely because Hannibal's guest and his husband loved trolling him

Hannibal was still not wearing those ugly shoes. Or eating the pile of grease they called food.

Hannibal was mostly sitting and looking long-suffering, since that seemed to be what he was here for.

[Open post! Come and bowl or whatever!]

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I was amused to find out she's not the only one visiting the person that killed her.

//So,// Jono mused, //we can't do teams, not unless we decide somebody draws the short straw and has to fend for themselves. So, do we all just bowl for points,// because good luck sitting this one out, Hannibal, it was two against once now, //or throw the ball around without particularly caring about that bit?//

"You can do two teams of one each," Hannibal said firmly. "I can be the judge."

"There's no judges in bowling," Abigail said. She shoved the shoes at him. "Consider this your penance."

It was pretty light as a sentence for murder went, she figured.

//It's true,// Jono practically singsonged. //There are machines that keep track of that sort of thing. Your job is already being outsourced to the robot uprising, I'm afraid.//

"I doubt it." But Hannibal did take the shoes, even if he held them like most people held dead things. It was a rather light sentence, he supposed.

//At this rate, we might have to order you your own pair,// Jono mused, looking quite amused by the whole thing even as he picked out a pair of gaudy-as-hell shoes and started pulling them on. //You probably won't get diseases from wearing those, Hannibal. They do clean them.//

Probably.

"That wasn't my concern," Hannibal said dryly, "although now that you mention it..."

Jono, even Hannibal couldn't make these things look good.

Well, he could make it look significantly better than most. That had to count for something, right?

Though Jono was rolling his eyes anyway.

//Of course I had to marry the murder-fashionista,// he muttered, so that just the three of them could hear. //Penance, Hannibal. Penance.//

Now put on the damn shoes.

Hannibal sighed and reached down to unlace his shoes. "I will murder you both on the scoreboard," he promised.

And Jono, ever so casually, reached out a hand to lightly cuff Hannibal on the back of the head.

That was terrible, Hannibal. Terrible.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, but otherwise ignored that (and Abigail's stifled laughter). He was putting on the damn shoes.

Abigail took the opportunity to sidle up to Jono. "I can't believe you get away with teasing him. I don't think Will ever even tried. I mean, you obviously know all the..." she waved a hand. Murder, cannibalism, "...stuff. But you don't hate him for it."

Jono gave his shoulders a shrug as he glanced at Abigail.

//We're comfortable together,// he said, honestly enough. //It was a bit overwhelming at first, but we reached an agreement regarding adjusting his definition of 'rude,' somewhat.//

Incidentally, there were more than a few people throughout the multiverse, or even just on one planet, that fit even Jonothon's definition. So.

//Anyway, I've done worse.//

Because why just be husbands when you could be murder husbands?

"Yeah?" Abigail looked at him. "You don't seem like the type. Then again, neither does he, really. Or Will. Or my dad."

//Funny thing about 'the type,'// Jono said, shrugging his shoulders a little bit. //Nobody ever really... seems it.//

Not until they were covered in blood, generally.

//Not particularly proud of it, mind.//

So, at least he had that on some.

//Try not to make a habit of it.//

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Abigail probably didn't seem the type, either. Unless you were Jack Crawford. "But you can, if you want to. And you'd go away with him if he asked, I bet."

She sighed. "I wish he'd met you before Will. Maybe then I'd be here for good instead of...you know."

//I'm sorry you were robbed of the chance to be,// Jono murmured, casting a sidelong glance Hannibal's way. //Even Hannibal has his rude moments.//

No, he wasn't even going to attempt to keep his voice between just himself and Abigail for that one. Hannibal killing a girl because of a lover's spat between killers was something that Jono wasn't going to stop thinking about for a long, long time. And good luck denying that one was rude, Hannibal. Because even by your own standards, it most certainly had better be.

Hannibal looked back up at Jono from where he was tying his (ugly as sin) shoe, and thought back at him, If you'll recall that evening, I wasn't precisely at my best.

There were more explanations, but they could wait until it was just the two of them.

//I remember it quite vividly,// Jono replied, his voice just between the two of them. //You'll have to do better than that to convince me that she deserved it.//

Because you couldn't, Hannibal. There was no way in hell you could convince Jono of that one, no matter how distraught you were. 'Cool motive, still murder' applied extra with kids.

She didn't, Hannibal said matter-of-factly. But we can speak of it later.

//We will speak of it later,// Jono promised, keeping a fairly easygoing posture about him as he tied his own (even uglier) shoe. Thank you, Weapon X, for teaching him how to be a better actor, he supposed. //Believe me, Hannibal, I'm going to want to discuss this one at length after I've kicked your ass at bowling.//

"You're assuming you'll win," Hannibal said out loud. "I beg to differ."

//You know, you said that about billiards once, too?//

Jono cracked his knuckles as he pulled himself back to his feet.

//So, I suppose we'll see.//

Just watch. Abigail would kick both their asses.

Had to be done.

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Fast Eddie's Bowling Alley, Sunday afternoon

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