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An Excuse for Field Trips, Wednesday, 4th Period

"We were looking into several possibilities for class this week," Hannibal said, "but the events of this weekend have rather preempted any other plans."

Yeah, Jonothon was grinning as Hannibal spoke. A big, dumb grin. Which probably said about all that needed to be said about the events of the weekend without going into too much detail.

The way he figured, it'd probably be gone again by next week anyway. He was going to grin, damn it.

Hannibal was smiling a bit, too, but shook his head at Jono, sending him an amused poke. You could speak with that mouth, too, Jono.

He could also stick his tongue out at his husband, but he was refraining from doing so, because he was a bloody adult.

"With the weekend in mind, we figured you lot," and Jonothon himself, "would like to do something a little more casual this week. So we rented out the V.I.P. room in a karaoke bar. In Tokyo."

"The best place to experience karaoke, after all, is in its birthplace," Hannibal said. "There will also be food and drinks. The primary language again will be Japanese, although the area we're going to will have a number of English speakers as well. Still, should you need help, please let me know."

He would be available for help, because he would not be singing. Nobody needed that.

Jono, meanwhile, fully intended to sing. You know. Occasionally. He wasn't going to steal the spotlight from any students who might want to. At all. He'd wait his turn.

Impatiently.

"I do requests," he couldn't help but say, anyway. Because shut up he was enjoying this while it lasted.

Anybody that objected would get sternly spoken to. Well, if they were a student. If anyone in Tokyo objected, there might be other issues. Jono was going to get his time to sing.

Ah, protective husbands.

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With your mouth!

Prompto Argentum

Vette

Peebee

Nell Ingram

Yang Xiao Long

One of your teachers is slightly giddy today. Go on. Go on and guess which.

Yes, it's a karaoke bar! Yes, they do have music in English! Yes, the blacklights are indeed turned on!

Because why get the V.I.P. room and not have the blacklights turned on?

Oh.Em.Gee. This place? Was almost exactly like a good portion of the city of Insomnia, to the point where it sort of messed with Prompto's head a little bit, thinking for brief moments he actually might be back home until he looked up and saw Japanese writing or a few other little differences and was reminded that it was just Field Trip Class. What a mind trip! It was like someone had taken pictures of Insomnia and painted over them or something. It was super cool and made him feel really comfortable in this setting, but it also kept sparking just these little tiny twinges of homesickness.

And of course he had to do karaoke. Had to. Even if he was slightly mortified at the prospect, on account of the simple fact that his exhuberance was all just a front for his crippling lack of self-confidence and that this class not only included one of his best friends who would not hesitate to be merciless in making fun of him if she so desired but also the girl that he was pretty sure he was all hopelessly and madly in love with. So...you know...no pressure or anything! But he knew he still had to do it, so he was going to suck it up. He'd had a good seventeen years of life, after all. Dying of embarrassment today wouldn't be too bad.

He had been thinking of something bright and upbeat (and easy), but he found himself instead drawn to something a little more soulful for some reason, and he was a little timid about it at first, but it definitely didn't take him long to get into it, and he sort of put everything he had into it, even if he definitely failed to hit some of those notes.

And once he was done, of course, he was bitten hard by the karaoke bug and needed to get up and do it again, so, eventually, if he was able to squeeze it in, he found another one to get out there.

He definitely didn't think he was the greatest singer in the world or anything, no, but it was clear he was having fun with it, and that was the whole point, right?

[[robbie daymond is a goddamn treasure.]]

Was Vette singing today? Nope. Not a chance. No way. She didn't even know any of this music, and it wasn't like a karaoke bar on Earth would have the hits from back home, like Smeeleeya Whao Tupee Upee or Kayfoundo Naweea anyway.

So she was doing the next best thing. She was totally getting up and cheering for Prompto every time he sang.

"Alright, Gunshow! Knock 'em dead!"

Merciless indeed!

... But encouraging!

Well, now Prompto had no choice but to put in a well-timed, oh-so-casual stretch and flex during one of the music breaks in his performance.

And finish it with his face pretty much beet-red for the duration.

But that did give him some pretty good fuel, he figured, to power up a full peer-pressure assault. "Okay, Vette!" He crashed into the seat next to her with a grin that couldn't mean anything good. "Your turn! You've got to go now. Don't be shy." He threw in a nudge for good measure. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'moooooon!

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"What? Nooooo, no way, buster," Vette protested, laughing and shaking her head, reaching over to give his shoulder a little shove, "I don't even know any of this music! I can't sing!"

"You call what I did up there singing?" Prompto countered, gesturing back toward the stage with a laugh. "Besides, I don't know any of this music, either." Although there was something weirdly familiar about the one. "That's no excuse. They put all the words right up there for you, and they even highlight them as it goes along so you know how to sing it. C'mon, it's actually really fun."

"You," Vette said, smirking a little, "are a crazy boy. Okay, I'll do it. BUT you have to pick the song."

She was putting power in your hands, Prompto. Don't let her down!

And here Prompto had been all ready to pull a duet card, since he was not expecting Vette to give in that easily. Not that he was complaining, of course.

"You want me to pick your song," he snickered, "and yet I'm the crazy one? Bold strategy, Princess. Alright. Lemme go see what I can come up with."

And he pushed himself back up out of the seat, practically bouncing over to inspect the music list, looking over thoughtful as he did, looking up at Vette with narrowed eyes, stroking his chin, or sometimes giving her what he hoped was a good nerve-inducing evil grin here and there.

Finally, though, he seemed to make his decision, bouncing back over. He bowed a little, gesturing with a sweeping arm. "My lady," he said, "I do believe it's your time to take the stage."

Did he know anything about this "Royal Blue" song he'd picked out? Nooooope! Did he pick it just because of the title? YUUUUUP. He thought it was hilarious. Was he prepared to die by Vette's hand in revenge if the song was really, really, really bad?

Oh, yeah. You bet your ass he was.

He'd already decided that he was more than likely to die by her hand anyway, and he figured it would easily be one of the better ways for him to go.

And, really, she should just feel lucky he decided he wanted to be a little more creative than just going with one called just "Blue."

Vette absolutely made a point to stick her tongue out at Prompto as she made her way up to take the stage, and yes, you had better believe she squinted and gave a little laugh as the name of the song came up on the screen.

"Well, here goes," she said, and pulled in a breath as the music started. She liked it. It was... funky. It had rhythm and attitude and it could very well have been a song that she'd pick for herself to just... listen to.

It was also much faster to sing than anything she could hope to keep up with song unheard, and the first few verses were spent in a mess of hopeless giggles before she picked up the beat of the whole thing and gave it her best attempt. By the second verse, she was actually doing pretty okay at keeping up. And by the chorus she'd managed a little shimmydance to go along with it.

Was she good? Nah. But was she having fun? You had better believe it.

She was still totally gonna murder Prompto in his sleep, though.

No! Not in his sleep! That took all the fun parts out of it!

...besides, the fact that he so totally had his phone out that whole time was a clear indication that going in his sleep was far better than he deserved.

"Yaaaay! You survived!" he laughed. "And that was good, Vette. Really good! I told you it wasn't really that bad!"

"What," Vette laughed as she took her seat again and promptly hid her face behind a menu. "You think that was okay? Really?"

She was going to die of mortification, okay?

"... It was a fun song."

Chuckling, Prompto decided he'd be nice and let her hide. She had gone up there, after all; she'd earned the right to hide as much as she wanted, and it was totally adorable anyway.

"Well, obviously," he said. "I picked it out just for you, of course it would be fun. And you did great, I mean it. Especially at the end there. I might have to steal some of your," he had to shimmy his shoulders a little bit just then, "sweet dance moves."

"You need to get more butt into it," Vette informed him, laughing a little helplessly into her menu. "Work those hips, Prompto. Really show 'em what you've got."

Look, that booty shake was a highly enviable skill!

So were the hips to back it up, mind. Vette didn't have much in the way of those.

"Yeah, no one wants to see that," said Prompto, who actually hoped at least one person would want to see that, but he was going to try not to think about that or else he was going to have to steal that menu for his own use.

"Besides, we all know that my real strength is in the," oh, look at that, all that singing and shimmying must have wore him out, he needed to take a niiiiiiice, big, pointed, flexing stretch again, until his arms were behind his head as he leaned back in his chair, "upper body anyway."

"Hey, watch where you're pointing those guns, buster," Vette said, grinning and ducking her head. "You might hurt somebody that way."

... They were really nice guns, though.

"Now, the real question is whether you can flex and sing at the same time," she teased.

Peebee was not going to sing herself, but was she going to wolf whistle at people who did? Absolutely.

Awww, c'mon, now! As if it wasn't bad enough being up here, now there was this? This was the worst. It was so embarrassing. Prompto was literally dying up here.

...he could not wait to do this about a billion more times.

This was a bit overwhelming for Nell. Still, she was going to be brave. Ish. So she sat quietly to the side and smiled politely at the servers while she listened to people sing.

When they sign in!

Jonothon was here! And was absolutely being good about waiting his turn to sing because this karaoke bar also served food and the novelty of eating was fortunately just as distracting as the novelty of singing was.

... Was that a giant tower of onion rings? What has science done!? And there was no force of nature stopping Jono from ordering the blue jello with sticks of Pocky sticking out of it. Or that cream-filled waffle thing. Or just that entire plate of sausages with various dips...

"You do realize that your stomach will only handle so much?" Hannibal asked.

He was absolutely eyeing that blue thing with Pocky sticks. Did they actually consider that food?

"And what I can't eat, I'm sure the students will be happy to pick at," Jono shared. He was even nudging everything but the desserts to the center of the table. So that they were communal snacks, see? "Or we can package up to take home."

It was possible he said this just to see the look on Hannibal's face as he insinuated that there would be karaoke bar onion rings in their fridge, now.

Far be it from Hannibal to disappoint him, so he gave Jono an epic stink-eye. "The students can take the leftovers home," he said firmly.

Then he smirked. "I have much better food for you to experience."

He knew your weaknesses, Jono.

And you refused to cook them, Hannibal!

"I really am just as happy with my onion rings, you know..."

His old, soggy, reheated onion rings.

"Oh?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow. "You don't want strawberries in chocolate, then?"

"... I can't have both?"

You were playing hardball here, Lecter. Jono saw how it was.

Hannibal smirked. "Onion rings or chocolate berries; you'll have to choose. Although if you choose the berries, I'm willing to make fried onions for you, too."

They would be delicious, and very not-greasy.

And that was the true tragedy of Jonothon's life, right there. Couldn't he have delicious and greasy?

"... I'd argue that berries don't go with fried onions, but if anybody out there can prove me wrong..."

"Hm." Yes, Hannibal was thinking of it. He hadn't meant the two of them together, but he did have some recipes...

"Steak with berry relish and crispy onions, accompanied by baked macaroni and cheese with prosciutto and truffle oil," he proclaimed.

"You just made that up."

...

"But it does sound good."

"The years you've been watching me cook, and you still don't trust me?" Hannibal smirked. "That will be dinner tonight. Berries for dessert. Well," he amended, his smirk deepening, "the first dessert."

Hannibal was also here, and mostly just trying to keep a straight face watching Jono.

Fortunately he was very good at controlling his emotions.

Oh hay the studio opening has been delayed for the blizzard outside.

Not closed.

Delayed.

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