Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

This weekend was very much a scarf weekend. Not a 'flames out' weekend. Not even a 'leather wrappings' weekend. The island was crawling with children who were usually more than a few years older, and so Jono was going to go the 'weather-approrpriate method of not looking like a walking nightmare' route, today.

Not that he was exactly expecting a massive influx of children to the music shop, either. But apparently the music shop itself was, if the way it was set up with brightly-colourd toy instruments was any indication.

//Awright, then,// he muttered, and then turned on the stereo, only to be met with the bright and bubbly chorus of the opening song from Ready, Steady, Wiggle. //It's a bloody good thing I like children.//

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, woo.

Jonothon shook his head and took a seat behind the counter. Sigh.

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal had managed to go to the place with the other kids yesterday, and it hadn't been terrible, but he was happier just sticking with someone he knew, even if it was a weird adult.

So he was here, too, exploring a bit as long as there weren't other people around, and occasionally poking at one of the keyboards.

[furnaceface]

And Jono certainly wasn't going to stop him from doing any of these things, no. If he wanted to play with an instrument, fine. If he wanted to head to the back to the old costume storage, just as well. If he just wanted to go into the office to stare at the frogs, all power to him.

Around noon, Jono did place an order to the Outback, saying he'd pay double for delivery. A steak and salad with a simple vinaigrette, but it was the best he could figure so far as restaurants in town went, and he called Hannibal over to the counter when it arrived, pulling up a chair and setting a phone book on top of it to give a little extra height.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal came over and perked up at the smell, peeking over the edge of the counter before climbing up to sit. Real meat and vegetables! He smiled at Jono. "Ačiū."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded, setting a fork down next to the plate and... after a moment of consideration, cutting the steak into bite-sized pieces for Hannibal. He didn't know if the boy could handle a steak knife, and he didn't really want to find out the hard way.

//Have at, then. Enjoy.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was good with knives! ...Maybe not so much for food, though.

He picked up his fork and ate a piece, smiling. Meat was good! He didn't get much meat.

After a few pieces, he pointed at the CD racks in question. "What are those?"

[furnaceface]

Jono glanced toward the CD racks, and then lifted a shoulder.

//Music,// he explained, using more feeling and meaning than actual word. //Like records, but smaller.//

Much smaller. And, sadly, not in terribly high demand these days.

[sharp_man]

The look Hannibal gave Jono at that was pretty close to awed. His mouth was full, so he couldn't say anything, but he looked back to the racks and then Jono again.

[furnaceface]

Jono tried not to look too amused, at that.

Tried. And failed.

//What's your favourite music, Hannibal?//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal thought of it while he finished that bite and took another. He swallowed that one and tried, "Bach?" That seemed like a good start.

[furnaceface]

//Bach,// Jono replied, nodding thoughtfully. //Good choice, mate.//

It didn't hurt that he was actually likely to have some Bach in his classical section.

//Here, you keep eating, I'll go see what we've got.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal took another bite and watched Jono as he went. He kept another eye on the doors in case anybody else came in, but Jono was okay and much more interesting, even when he wasn't on fire. And music was always interesting!

[furnaceface]

It only took a moment of rummaging - thank you, alphabetical order - before Jono surfaced with the Bach, a collection of the violin concertos and quietly spent a moment negotiating with the stereo as he put it in before the music began to play.

Sometimes, the thing wasn't out to ruin him. That was nice.

[sharp_man]

That sounded nice! Hannibal closed his eyes and smiled for a second or two, just listening. Then he sighed and wiggled a bit in his seat before going back to eating.

[furnaceface]

//See there? Music.// Jono settled in to lean forward against the counter, looking at Hannibal thoughtfully. //So... did you have fun at the party yesterday?//

[sharp_man]

Party? Was that what it was?

Hannibal frowned, then shrugged. "I drew. There was food. People were nice." He didn't entirely trust it, but it hadn't been bad. "This food is better." And there was music! And he liked Jono.

[furnaceface]

//Well, this food doesn't have to feed a small stampede of children, either,// Jono noted, reasonably. //I'm glad th'people were nice, though.//

[sharp_man]

"Taip," Hannibal agreed. Today was still better. Jono and here weren't as loud or confusing. "Can I stay here?"

[furnaceface]

//Until it's time to head back to the house,// Jono agreed, nodding a little. //If you like.//

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded in agreement and went back to eating.