Hannibal and Jono's Place, Early Sunday Morning

[myownface]

Sparkle had been having a rough... life, really. He'd been having a rough life, starting with when he was little and just getting more and more complicated from there. This whole thing with the shark hurricane had just been one more complication in a long line of complications, and Sparkle had been kind of dealing with it, for a while there. He had! Except that he'd tried to check up on the state of the insurance for Demon Marcus that morning, and he'd been given a pretty stupid amount of runaround, and...

... Look, Sparkle didn't bottom out often, but when he did, he did so thoroughly and generally quite drunkenly.

He wouldn't remember later when he'd decided it was a good idea to go breaking into somebody's house today.

Hell, he wouldn't have been able to tell you whose house he'd broken into. Or whose vodka he'd busted into. Or whose sofa he'd passed out on. He sure as hell wasn't going to remember when one of the residents of the house walked into the living room, paused, squinted for a minute, and then went to grab a blanket to throw over him while waiting for his husband to come downstairs so that he could deal with this.

Sparkle was not Jonothon's problem unless he started getting sick on the floor. He was washing his hands of this one, thank you.

[OOC: For he who knows who he is!]

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[sharp_man]

"Oh, he will have his phone as well," Hannibal assured him. "Once he's woken and I've convinced him not to try to run off. I'll see that he does."

[furnaceface]

Jono raised his eyebrows, and then shrugged.

//Good enough,// he settled on. //You hurt a hair on his head and you had best not come home, but you knew that.//

And really, Jono believed Hannibal when he said he was looking out for Sparkle's best interests. He didn't necessarily agree with his methods, but...

[sharp_man]

"Of course," Hannibal said. "But if I have to hurt even his hair, I have definitely lost my touch."

He smirked. "Actually, I make no promises for his hair. It's possible I may take him for a cut."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave his hand a dismissive wave.

//That one'll be between the two of you, then. Go, have fun, do your intervention thing. If you need me for anything not related to kidnapping, I'll be here.//

Or at the Boards. Or supervising the progress of the construction crew at Groovy Tunes.

[sharp_man]

"Thank you, I will." Hannibal checked his watch. "I should call for a portal and pack."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded, waved a hand, and stuck his nose back into his book.

He had said it already and he was going to stand by it now; he really didn't want to know.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal could appreciate that.

He got his phone and called to arrange the portal, then proceeded to make them hotel reservations and pack what he would need.