New York City, New York | Tuesday | August 9

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It figured. It really freaking figured. Hannibal had managed to get himself out of the house, managed to get himself some exhausting job doing construction job and not even a week into things, some idiot had dropped a two by four on his fingers and broken three of them

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[vanillajello]

There were only so many things a girl could do while waiting out a slow workshift. Renaming everyone's contact list entries on her phone was one of those things.

Sending texts to some of those numbers (albeit after careful consideration) was another.

can i call you if i promise not to be an ass?

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Kate was mean to text him when he was suffering like he was. She was just lucky his phone was nearby and he hadn't fallen completely asleep but this text was gonna be short and sweet.

yesd

And misspelled. Look, those splints were clunky as hell!

[vanillajello]

Yeah, Kate was going to raise an eyebrow at the fact that he'd managed to misspell a three-letter word. What, was he drunk or something?

But, she picked his number (Hannibabble, the newly changed entry said; he was welcome) and pressed the call button.

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Hannibal already had the phone pressed to his ear when it rang and he clicked it on.

"'Lo?" No, he wasn't drunk, just sleepy and full of painkillers. "You're not gonna be an ass?"

[vanillajello]

"That seems to be the plan," she replied, leaning her elbows against the concessions counter. "What's up with you?"

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"Not too much," he said, wiggling his three broken fingers in the air and wincing when that even caused pain. "I'm in bed, watching some awful movie Abigail put on for me."

[vanillajello]

"That she put on for you?" Kate questioned, raising her eyebrows. It was probably obvious from her tone, too. "I mean I know she babysat you a lot for a while but that seems a little much, did something happen?"

[decoder_rings]

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuup," Hannibal said, making that last 'p' sound really pop. "I broke three fingers so I can't use my hand or walk or eat. I'm crippled."

It wasn't quite that dramatic.

[vanillajello]

Kate snorted. "Since when was your primary mode of trasnportation walking on your hands?"

She was so compassionate.

[decoder_rings]

"Don't be an ass," he slurred, frowning at the phone. "I'll hang up."

Or he'd probably just press buttons in her ear since everything was a little clumsy right now.

[vanillajello]

"Aww, I'm sorry." Or mildly amused. One of those. "So what did you do to cripple yourself so? Did you punch someone too?"

[decoder_rings]

"No. Someone dropped a two by four on my fingers while I was working," he said, frowning. "I lost my job 'cause I can't work for awhile."

That sucked. Badly. He was back to being a hermit.

"You punched someone?" Hey, at least his memory was still sharp.

[vanillajello]

"This guy Topher," she drawled. "Dude was an ass. It hurt, but I didn't actually break anything. Except possibly his nose, but he had that coming."

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"What'd he do?" Hannibal asked, getting a little more comfortable in his bed and closing his eyes while he talked to her.

[vanillajello]

"Found some shit online that I didn't know was there," Kate replied, wrinklng her nose. "You know, from last fall, when I was being stupid."

[decoder_rings]

"Last fall?" Hannibal struggled to think back that far, nose wrinkled and brow furrowed. "When you were a debt collector?"