Crack crackity crack on a stick.

[mm_pyth]

So there's a shortish, slightly adorable, very unfashionably dressed brunette wandering the bar.

Specifically, she's out back.

With a bicycle pump, an inflatable pool, and a fairly repetitive selection of curses for when either object fails to cooperate.

Do come ask her what she's doing. It'll be a while before the real crack arrives.

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[suspects_ravens]

See this icon?

This icon has never before been justified.

It is now.

She had to.

Helps when you have two bodies with which to do up all the things that need doing-up.

Yeah, Pyth is kind of going to hell for this one.

In the interim, however, she's sitting on the couch with... herself. Having both of her bodies in the same room at the same time makes things slightly less headachy. How do you even seriously manage to possess two people at the same time? It shouldn't work, no matter how close they are! Gah!

[reactstonothing]

The fact that one of them has a penis at the moment does not particularly help matters.

[humanfridge]

Caz is a man AGAIN.

The novelty is wearing off.

...the Hannibals are fairly iconic as Pyth's pups. Perhaps it's this, or perhaps it's chance that has an apparently-David Berman appearing nervously behind the couch opposite.

"Are y--"

Stop.

"Am I t- t-" Concentrating face. "Talking to-- FUCKING STUTTER."

[suspects_ravens]

"Yes."

Deadpan.

"Yes, you are talking to fucking stutter."

Come on, she HAD to.

See, if this were a real 'Belle, she wouldn't've cracked up right there.

[reactstonothing]

Still and silent extra self is still and silent.

It just makes things easier.

[dear_clarice]

As a way of not making the older Hannibal look as foolish as Tintin is, she's instated a policy of keeping her/his mouth shut whenever possible.

However, passing by the Hannis makes this a little harder, especially considering that the female one has just exhibited behavior that is more similar to the mun than the pup in question.

So the Doctor takes a few backwards steps, and quietly inserts him/herself into the conversation.

Er.

[suspects_ravens]

.....................hey.

Shit.

[reactstonothing]

o_o

[humanfridge]

"Don't tell m... me you're, uh, b- you're both of--"

...

She just noticed the older Hannibal.

"--of, of. Of. Of."

o_o

[dear_clarice]

It's almost hard to keep a straight face, but --

-- whoop, there it is.

The patented Lecter smile.

This could be fun.

[suspects_ravens]

With effort, Pyth pulls herself together.

In a flawless rendition of Hannibal's accent: "Good evening, Doctor."

(Obviously Dr. Lecter would be able to see through her ridiculous little charade no problem. It is, therefore, something of a joke.)

[reactstonothing]

Pythbal-over-here provides backup smirk duty.

[humanfridge]

Caz...

...is immensely freaked out.

As much by Pyth's sudden Hannibility as by the apparently real Doctor Lecter himself.

(She unconsciously runs a finger around the circumference of her face.)

[dear_clarice]

The slow blink, Tintin's got down.

The accent, she can try, but at least she doesn't need it for this choice proper noun:

"Pyth."

It is less seeing through the act than having heard the outburst from before.

(Caz gets a nod.)

[suspects_ravens]

On the one hand, she's freaking Caz the fuck out.

On the other hand, informality around the doctor? Haha no.

Slow, cautious, very 'Belle nod.

[reactstonothing]

(On the gripping hand, here's an entire extra body with which to shoot Cazberman a reassuring smile.)