fourth floor common room | afternoon | monday | june 22

[decoder_rings]

So, Hannibal had been having a rough few days lately. Things had improved, thankfully, and he was able to get himself back on track. After his one and only class (where he'd gotten a trophy!), he'd gone to the mainland and got that much talked about haircut. Nothing drastic, just a trim to keep it off his ears, neck and eyes (and to not give off

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[rocksthescarf]

"I see you've decided to make me lunch," Chuck said, coming up to lean against the kitchen counter. "That's sweet."

[decoder_rings]

"You're a brave man, actually wanting to sample my cooking," he said, glancing sideways at Chuck. "It's poor people cooking."

[rocksthescarf]

"I've had to lower my standards in the last year," Chuck admitted. "It's either eat poor people food or learn to cook myself."

[decoder_rings]

"And learning to cook for yourself is actually lower than poor people food?" Hannibal asked, watching his sandwich to make sure it didn't burn. "Your hands wouldn't get that dirty, Chuck."