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New Gotham, Saturday
"Braaaaaains," Dinah chanted at Gabby. "Huuuuuuungrrrrryyy..."

"You need more blood on your face, hold still," her roomie answered.

The accoutrements of zombification were everywhere around their apartment. As well as the canned goods needed for their entry fee.

Now all they needed was an army.

[ooc: for those going zombie-walking! threads up in a second.]

Re: And the Aftermath

After a minute longer, Hannibal hung up. "Two minutes." He took another look at Jono's nose and tilted him forward a bit. "We'll get you into a warm bed in a quiet, dark room."

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Oop, leaning forward now. Jono could handle that, too. Hello, forward.

//Sounds heavenly,// he muttered, slouching forward a little extra. Forward was good. He'd just sort of curl into himself and wouldn't that be fun? //I c'n just curl up and not... anything... for a while...//

And then there was a flicker of amusement from him.

//'M so worn out, at least I won't have t'worry about overhearing any panicking ladies.//

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Hannibal smiled. "Hopefully they won't be panicking anymore by now. Have you spent any time as a woman?" he asked, more to keep Jono conscious than anything."

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Jono nodded a little.

//Twice, back when I was... all... large. N'blue. Bit jarring, going from that broad bloody frame to... 'bout my size now. Made it look good? Ish. Still blue, though.//

He took issue with the blue thing.

//Funny, island's never bothered when I'm like... this.//

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"Maybe it isn't certain what to do with you. Or maybe you intimidate it." Hannibal grinned.

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//Might raze it to th'ground if I wake up a woman?// Jono allowed himself a moment to actually look amused at that. //Maybe it jus' doesn'think it'd be worth it, if s'nowhere t'put a pair'f breasts...//

Look, he'd had a few years to wonder why he hadn't been afflicted with a sudden case of the 'girl' over the years. Not that he'd been complaining about it, but after a few of them, a guy needed to ask questions.

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"Maybe it's uncertain how to make the rest of you work." Hannibal smirked. "And maybe -" He was interrupted. "Maybe that is our portal." He stood, carefully but efficiently picking Jono up with him. "You seem to be making a habit of this."

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//Maybe missed m'true calling as a swooning damsel,// Jono joked, though the delivery was more than a little weak and there wasn't much humour in it. //Could've walked last time, though. Maybe you jus'like carryin' me.//

If anyone thought it looked as though Jono was curling up against Hannibal's chest there, Jono would be quite happy to point out that it was probably easier to carry him that way.

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Definitely easier; it helped to balance him.

"You could have; I didn't think you wanted to." Hannibal grinned. "Or maybe I enjoy the novelty of carrying you around; it's bound to wear off sooner or later."

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//Well, y'let me know once it does, 'n I'll work on not needing t'be carried so often,// Jono replied. //'N in th'meantime... thanks.//

Between Hannibal and Momoko, Jono was going to develop a complex. Some kind of 'safe and warm' cuddly complex that flared up whenever he was emotionally overwhelmed or couldn't stand on his own two feet.

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So, he would be normal in one respect, then?

"You're welcome." Hannibal carried him to the house - past the flamingos that thankfully didn't get in his way - and after juggling a bit to open the door, got him upstairs.

He set Jono on the bed in a guest room and went about the room closing the drapes and getting everything comfortable, quiet, and dark.

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Oh, bed. Big, comfortable bed. You were far more inviting than the makeshift infirmary had been. And quieter. So much quieter. Jono closed his eyes and took a moment to just appreciate that calm, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He needed to get his boots off, try to get some of the makeup from his face before falling over and passing out. Something.

Everything was a bit wiggly around the edges, anyway.

//Could prolly throw down a tarp b'fore I lay down,// he muttered. It seemed like a perfectly viable option, at this point.

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"I have a very good cleaning service," Hannibal answered. He pulled one of Jono's feet up and started stripping the boot off. "I seem to be making a habit of undressing you lately, too." He gave Jono an arch look. "I should be charging a valet's wages."

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//I'd offer t'jus' return th'favour, but I'd likely find some way t'muck it up.//

Yeah. That couldn't possibly end well right now.

//'Preciate it, though. Really do.//

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With all the layers and fabrics Hannibal wore? No thank you.

"Maybe some other time. Besides, my clothes aren't in nearly the condition yours are." He was dusty, scraped, and a little bloody (not his), but it actually might be salvageable.

He swung Jono's leg up to lie on the bed and started on the other boot. "We'll get you undressed and get most of that paint off. Do you have any physical injuries?"

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