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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//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.

[furnaceface]

//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!]

[furnaceface]

//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.