fourth floor common room | evening | saturday | november 28

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Hannibal knew that, technically, he should be spending his free time practicing so he wouldn't make a huge fool of himself when he finally fulfilled his requirements for losing his bet with Kate. Instead, he was sprawling in the common room, lights off, with a loud, action packed movie on the television. He'd ordered himself a pizza and decided that pretending that he didn't have humiliation in his future was a much better plan.

[cr's an open place, if'n you want!]

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Oh, the mystery! The intrigue! Jono's eyebrow twitched up slightly as he considered that, and then he was trying not to smirk.

Or perhaps trying to smirk. It was difficult to tell which, with his face covered like that and no jaw to speak of anyhow.

//Yer know, now I have to ask, mate.//

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"There's going to be dancing involved," Hannibal shared, trying not to blush. "Girly dancing. And I swear you to secrecy on this one. No spreading it around. This is just guy to guy."

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//Guy to guy,// Jono agreed, with an air of solemnity to his voice that couldn't possibly be completely solemn. //Mate to mate, mate. Of course, now yer've got me wonderin' what sort of bet was so serious that yer risked public humiliation for th'sake of it.//

It must have been good.

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"One I thought I'd win. It was a bowling match and she hustled me," he said, scowling a bit in memory. "And I lost, to a girl and my girlfriend says I shouldn't run away because that wouldn't solve anything."

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Don't ask where you can buy a camera, Jono. Don't. That would be in bad taste, and then he'd know to expect it, and that simply wouldn't do at all.

Resist. Resist.

//And this is going to be in public, is it?//

He'd try the Turtle & Canary first. They seemed to have everything.

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"One of the parameters of the bet," he said, tugging at his collar and shaking his head. "I'm so fucking doomed, I don't even know. Running away and living in a tent sounds like the better option."

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//Nowhere around here, I'd imagine.// Jono leaned his head back, looking down the bridge of his nose at Hannibal, thoughtfully. //Maybe you'll get lucky, mate, and some poor bastard will get themselves gremlin-biten th'same day.//

Wishful thinking!

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"That'd be a stroke of good luck that I haven't had lately," he whined. "I've had that happen once and I think I'd like the excuse of the gremlin better than doing this semi voluntarily."

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//Well, yer could always attempt to hunt one down,// Jono pointed out, entirely unhelpfully.

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Hannibal thought about it. On the one hand, he could use the gremlin as an excuse. On the other, he'd seen what gremlins did to Professor Dex.

"See, running away to live on a beach just sounds safer," he decided.

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//Until swimsuit season, and yer sandy refuge becomes swarmed by tourists?//

That would certainly make hiding from humanity into a challenge.

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Hannibal made a face. "You see this sort of thing from all angles, don't you? Maybe I could get rich and just buy myself an island."

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//I can't help but look at every angle, mate. I'm British.//

He was also full of bullshit.

//Yer suppose yer can make a small fortune between now and... when did yer say yer were going to do this?//

He would mark it on his calendar.

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"I haven't decided yet," he answered. "I've gotta actually learn some of this dance before I attempt it. I know it's hard to believe but I'm not a dancer."

Hannibal was sure Jono was oh so surprised about that.

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//An individual with as much grace an' charm as yer? Not a dancer?// Oh, Jono was shocked. Truly. //Yer don't say?//

You could tell how shocked he was by how he managed to deliver that entire statement in perfect deadpan.

//Which dance is it?//

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"You know, I don't even know if it has a name," he said thoughtfully. "It's from some female musician that's popular right now. I can't even remember her name."

He was leaving out the leotard part, oh yes.

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//Do yer at least know the genre?//

Jono was hell-bent on figuring this out, now, yes. Possibly because 'I can't even remember her name' presented a challenge, and he was musically obsessed enough that he was going to attempt to rise to the occasion.

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"Pop, I think," he said, trying to recall. "I dunno, it was kind of like catchy pop. The girl had a decent voice but I could see the song getting annoying after repetitive plays."

[and i must be off to sleeeeeeeep!]

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//It wouldn't happen to be Lady Gaga, by any chance?//

Shot in the dark for Jono! And he'd heard a bit about her shock-factor videos, and so it only made sense that Hannibal might be mortified to have to learn that dance.

Also, she had a stupid name that seemed easy to forget.

[Good night!]

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Hannibal had to think about it, trying to remember the name Angela had said when she'd recognized the song.

"No and I'm kind of glad it isn't with a name like that," Hannibal admitted. "I'm sure that'd be even worse then what I've got."

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//I could keep at this all night,// Jono noted, raising an eyebrow. //Yer don't know th'name of the song at all? Perhaps yer could hum a bit of it?//

If he didn't figure this out, this was liable to bother him for the rest of his days. Or, at the very least, until Hannibal was finished with his public humiliation.