Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal's husband was back to himself, so Hannibal was on his own in his office this week, no viper wrapped around him or hiding in his pocket.

At least it would be safe for any patients who showed up that were afraid of snakes.

And in between NPC patients, he had time to catch up on more paperwork. It was a mystery to him how there was so much on this island, but somehow it never seemed to end.

The doctor was in!


[Open post, no OCD! Any therapy is NFB.]

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[furnaceface]

Hey.

Hey, Hannibal.

Guess who was human-shaped again and antsy. Go on. Guess.

//Getting a lot of work done today?//

It would be a difficult guess, but Jono was sure you were up to the task.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was managing, yes.

He looked up at Jono, amused. "I was. I suspect that I'm not anymore."

He didn't sound too unhappy about that, no.

[furnaceface]

//Not a chance,// Jono replied, looking a fair bit amused himself. //Was thinking of making my way down to Ink and Holes and taking a look around, seeing what their art was like. Have an idea for a tattoo. Hell if I know it'll stick, suppose that depends on whether the rest of me sticks, but I'm feeling ambitious this time around.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal locked his computer and stood. "Why not? Are you looking for a second opinion, or simply a witness?" He grinned sharply. "I'd be rather partial to you getting my name."

[furnaceface]

//Mmm, you would like that, wouldn't you? A 'Property of Hannibal Lecter' stamped right on my arse?//

Jono really didn't figure he was going to go quite that route, no.

//Didn't have that quite in mind, really. Been bouncing some lyrics around, actually.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal smirked. "Something like that." He led the way out of his office and locked the door behind them. "What sort of lyrics, then? Pearl Jam or Metallica?"

[furnaceface]

//Smiths, actually,// Jono replied, hiking up a shoulder in a shrug. //I ever play How Soon Is Now? for you?//

[sharp_man]

"You have." Hannibal nodded. He took a moment to remember what he could of the lyrics. It wasn't all of them, but... "Ah. The chorus, then?"

He wrapped an arm around Jono as he let Jono lead the way to the store.

[furnaceface]

//Some of it, right,// Jono confirmed, hiking up a shoulder a little as they walked. //Little torn between a few of the lines, honestly. Probably can't fit the entire chorus on there.//

Well. Maybe he could? But considering the parts of his body that didn't generally get mutilated on a regular basis were... minimal... he was going to probably be unbuckling his belt for this one.

[sharp_man]

"That depends upon where you want to get it," Hannibal said. "And how large."

[furnaceface]

//Not too large,// Jono replied. //Legible?//

And then he just sort of reached down and traced down one half of that v-line, trailing right down low.

//... It's, ah, one of the few places where I'll still be able to appreciate it without having to worry about anything happening to it.//

And he wasn't big on arm tattoos, so sue him.

[sharp_man]

"Mm." Hannibal smirked. "And I will be able to appreciate it as well, I suppose."

[furnaceface]

//You and only you,// Jono agreed, amused. //Provided I don't have another 'turning back from a snake' episode, anyway.//

Because any other situation that would see him naked in public would probably involve having to start over again in a newly reconstructed body, and who even knew if his subconscious would remember to include the tattoo?

[sharp_man]

"If not my name, then my handwriting?" Hannibal suggested. He was quite good at calligraphy.

[furnaceface]

Jono pondered that for a moment.

//... I think that, I'd like.//

Hannibal did have good handwriting. And it was better than using a font or something.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal grinned widely. Then cocked his head. "Perhaps I should get one, too." He had no idea what was possessing him, but it wasn't as though he needed to worry about distinguishing marks these days.

[furnaceface]

Jono blinked over at him at that, a little surprised.

//What, to match?//

[sharp_man]

"I hadn't considered what," Hannibal confessed, "but why not?" He smirked. "It's something nobody would expect."

He enjoyed bucking expectations from time to time.

[furnaceface]

Jono blinked.

//Honestly, even I didn't expect that,// he admitted. //Smiths lyrics?//

[sharp_man]

"Is there anything appropriate?" Hannibal asked.

[furnaceface]

There was a pause, then, while Jono considered.

//Could pull from the same chorus,// he offered. //'How can you say I go about things the wrong way?' Could do that bit in my writing.//

Because Jono was absolutely the kind of sap who would suggest they get lyrics from the same chorus in each other's writing.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal laughed. It was oddly appropriate, yes. "No scrawling," he warned. "I know you have a neater script."

Normally he wouldn't be at all interested in this sort of thing. He still wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking. It just seemed right, somehow. And it was, after all, something he had never done before.

[furnaceface]

//No scrawling,// Jono promised, amused. //I know you've got standards. If I half-ass it, you'll just make me write it over and over until it's right, anyway.//

He was only kind of joking a little bit.

[sharp_man]

"I will," Hannibal promised. He wasn't at all joking, though he was still smugly grinning.

"Once we have these done, we'll have to be very careful of them for a while," he mused. "And then we'll have to celebrate."

[furnaceface]

//Celebrate, hm? Going to throw a, 'I got matching tatoos with my husband that I can never show anybody' dinner party?//

Any excuse, right?

[sharp_man]

"I was thinking something more private," Hannibal said, "with both of them visible."

[furnaceface]

//Why, Doctor Lecter,// Jono said, putting a hand over... where his heart was meant to be, anyway. //I do believe you're suggesting something quite intimate indeed.//

Please, please talk dirty to him, Hannibal. Jono was absolutely here for it today.

[sharp_man]

"Whyever would I do that?" Hannibal asked, smirking. "I could learn all the rest of the lyrics and brush them across your skin with warm oil," he suggested nevertheless.

[furnaceface]

//Mm, tease,// Jono accused lightly. //You do that, I'll have to make it a good night for th'both of us however I can. I do believe your seductive suggestions have gotten my attention.//

[sharp_man]

"I'm pleased to hear it." Hannibal smiled. "It will give me something to look forward to while being repeatedly stabbed with a needle."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a soft sort of acknowledgement, psionically, that more or less served the role of a chuckle, then.

//Ah, it's not all that bad. Little pinchy, that's all.//

Sure, he'd probably screamed like a bloody banshee when he'd gotten his first tattoo. But in fairness, his first tattoo had been given to him in infancy, and it had been terrible.

He was still not sorry to see it gone. Again.

[sharp_man]

"I'll take your word for it," Hannibal said, "at least for a few more minutes."

[furnaceface]

Jono turned a fond look Hannibal's way.

//Where're you getting yours, might I ask?//

If you were going for the same place to match, Hannibal, Jono was basically going to be beside himself, here.

[sharp_man]

"Definitely someplace less visible," Hannibal answered. Yes, he was planning on more or less the same place. "After all, nobody else needs to see it."

[furnaceface]

//Nobody else at all,// Jono agreed, looking at Hannibal appraisingly. //Have to say, there are some days when I think I just about have you figured out, and then you go and do something like this and I wonder if you do it just to keep me surprised.//

It wasn't a complaint. There were some surprises that Jono appreciated very much indeed.

[sharp_man]

"Of course," Hannibal said, smirking. "I do like to keep you on your toes."

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka wasn't here for therapy!

She was here because, well, her Papa worked here.

"Hi, Papa!" she said, peering into his office hopefully. "Are you busy?"

[sharp_man]

Hannibal looked up, stood, and held out his arms. "For you? Never too busy. How are you both?"