fandomhigh | Creative Inspirations, Monday, Period One

With the portal-booking time largely taken up by being five, they might have had to scramble a bit to get one. If the Portalocity staff weren't unaccountably falling over themselves around Hannibal.

They had, however, opted for a fairly low-key week, given that their students had probably spent time as youngsters as well.

"Welcome." Hannibal nodded at them. "This week we'll be visiting Singapore; the establishment we'll be in is English-speaking, so no need to worry about that. I hope that none of you are allergic to cats; if so, please let us know."

//We'll come up with something else for you to do away from the cats if you are,// Jono agreed. //Puppies or something instead, perhaps?//

Well, it seemed like a good alternative, anyway.

//It's important to note that there are some rules, for the place we'll be headed,// he added. //No harassing the animals, no feeding them anything but the provided treats. No smuggling them out under your jacket, no matter how tempted you are to do so. That sort of thing.//

"You also may not pick them up, although they may choose to jump into your lap." Because cats. "While we're there, you may order whatever you like from the café. Relax, and enjoy, and see what it inspires you to."

And they waved the students forward.

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Covered in cat fur!

Dante

Alluka Zoldyck

Cosette Fauchelevent

Wonder what your teachers were like as small children!

You're at a cat café!

Honestly, Dante wasn't really in the mood. But, y'know, cats. He could be cool with cats, if they weren't too clingy.

"They're turning you into a spoiled brat, aren't they?" he said idly to the first one to make its way over. "Eh, let 'em pamper you, can't argue with that."

. . . and that was the story of how Cosette ended up at the bottom of a pile of purring cats, and would thank you not to try and get her out of it.

Hannibal smiled over at her. "Enjoying yourself, mademoiselle?"

Maybe use some of that fur? It's got to be good for something, right?

Nah, no fur.

Dante snagged a canvas and wound up at the back of the class again, painting gates and fire and blood, fidgeting with it until class was almost over and he had to go grab the white paint.

One of whom is fairly glad to know English again today.

For the first half of class, Jono was rather bemused to find a white cat with blue eyes taking up residence in his lap, looking up at him with the sort of smug superiority that only a cat can possess.

And then he found out that the cat's name was Emma, and he readjusted that thought in his head. 'With the sort of smug superiority that only an EMMA can possess.'

Back in the classroom, he mostly just set to work trying to pick some of the white cat hair off of his black t-shirt. It was creativity if you squinted.

"You seem to have made a friend," Hannibal observed, grinning at the white cat.

//Apparently I have,// Jono agreed, blinking down at the cat. The cat, in turn, gave a slow blink right back up at him. //I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, really. The white cats seem to like black clothing the best.//

"It sets off their fur to greatest advantage." Hannibal gave the white cat a serious and regal bow. "Careful, or you'll make Joni jealous."

//I don't think Joni has a jealous bone in her body,// Jono countered, amused. //I think if she were here, she'd just be trying to use Emma here as extra padding in my lap.//

His bony, bony lap.

"Emma?" Hannibal was amused by that. "It fits her."

//Tell me about it,// Jono replied, reaching down to give Emma a scratch behind her ears. After a moment of consideration, Emma decided that she would allow it. This time. //She keeps trying to groom me. I'm pretty certain that's a trait all Emmas have in common.//

"Along with anyone else that cares about both you and fashion," Hannibal said, smirking.

//It's a surprisingly short list,// Jono mused. //There's Emma, and you...//

He waved a hand around a little.

//And... No, that's about it. Lee, from time to time. Though her fashion sense isn't terribly different from my own, unless we're talking about team uniforms.//

Then she wasn't allowed to pick what Jono wore ever again, thank you.

Whose fault was the kilt? Hannibal was on whoever's side it wasn't.

"I've seen some of the pictures," he said. "Personally, I think none of you should ever be permitted to design your own clothing." Logan included.

Hannibal had opted for a light sweater and slacks today, as being more easily cleaned of fur than one of his suits.

He just sat in a comfortable chair with a cup of coffee and a small pile of treats. Any cats who came near would get one of those and a head-scritch and then left alone, which suited Hannibal and the cats just fine.

We wanna go, too! Or just bring our cats to work. One of those.

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