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With graduation festivities occurring over the weekend, the school administration expected most of the graduation guests to begin arriving today. To ensure guests felt welcomed, Barney's student council minions had set up a small gathering on the lawn where the guests could arrive, mingle, and feign relaxation before heading off with their graduates.

Or where they could all hear about how George got the makeouts with his girl the night before. Someone was a little chatty while hefting the tables and chairs that would serve guests well for getting a load off after travel, and Barney thought it was a tale worth sharing. For the hungry and forgetful, there were finger foods and nametags spread out on a long table. It was time to get the all-weekend grad party started!

[Up early because I have no control over the internets once I go to work!]

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So, apparently his parents were coming. Now, that was a surprise in itself because he hadn't been expecting it. They'd been busy when he'd been free and he'd been busy when they'd been free.

Hannibal wasn't sure how things were going to go but he was a little excited about seeing his parents again after so long. Hopefully, things would go smoothly for the entire weekend. He could only but hope.

"Well, you don't look like you've withered away," John said lazily once he'd spotted the younger King in the crowd. "Not that I was concerned."

"He only cried once or twice," Julia added, already reaching out for a hug. She didn't care if he was an adult, he was getting hugged by his mother. "It was quite manly."

Hey, it wasn't like Hannibal was going to deny a hug from his mother. Even in the middle of a crowd, he wouldn't do that and it'd been awhile so he felt his masculine image could take the hit.

"You guys made it," he said, smiling at them both. "And just in time to see me don a fruity cap and gown. How convenient."

Teasing was allowed. He'd gotten it from somewhere, after all.

"If it's pink, all the better," John said, giving Hannibal a clap on the shoulder. No hugs between the King men, of course. Too girly. "I brought a camera just in case that happens. Good ammo is so hard to find these days."

"Dad, I forgot how much I missed you," Hannibal said sarcastically. "You shouldn't have come. Really. Maybe it'll rain apples while you're here so I can throw one at you."

"The photo albums are getting a little thin what with you gone so much," his mother said, egging his father on. Of course. "And we can't show the baby pictures all the time no matter how much our friends enjoy seeing them."

"Did I tell you I missed you yet?" Hannibal asked, smirking. "No? Good because I didn't. But you can stay as long as you don't make a scene during the ceremony."

Which he knew they would. Just to spite him.

"Would we ever do that?" his dad asked, trying to look stern and failing.

"At least, we'll wait till its your turn before we stand on our chairs and clap like morons," his mother added.

"Gee, thanks," Hannibal said enthusiastically. "You guys are the greatest. I forgot why I wanted to be emancipated in the first place."

Okay, that just wasn't true at all. But, if they were going to tease, so was he.

His father slid an arm around his shoulders and his mother grabbed the other arm. And they probably did it on purpose. Just so people would look. They were sneaky and mean like that.

"Show us around?" his mother requested easily. "You've talked so much about this place that seeing it will probably be a letdown but show us anyway."

Since it didn't look like he was going to get out of the embrace of his parents, Hannibal just shook his head and started walking. See, totally a good son.

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