Room 403, Tuesday Morning
Truth be told, Hannibal was hiding. He'd been hiding ever since that stupid gremlin's venom had worn off and he'd come back to himself dragging along all the memories of what he'd done while bitten. Goddammit, he hated this place sometimes. He was not a woman or a talk show host and...half those people had played along, played into his delusion and he was going to punch them all.
Except not.
Hannibal groaned and rolled over in bed, content with laying awake for now. He was going to hide for awhile, hope that people forgot or that someone else got bitten and did far worse things than he did. Whatever. Something. Maybe the school would sink into a hole.
Hannibal was a little melodramatic sometimes.
[Open post! Edward's thread is going to come first and anyone after that's going to get Hannibal with a probably bruised face at the least. Oh, chivalry!]
Except not.
Hannibal groaned and rolled over in bed, content with laying awake for now. He was going to hide for awhile, hope that people forgot or that someone else got bitten and did far worse things than he did. Whatever. Something. Maybe the school would sink into a hole.
Hannibal was a little melodramatic sometimes.
[Open post! Edward's thread is going to come first and anyone after that's going to get Hannibal with a probably bruised face at the least. Oh, chivalry!]