New York City, New York | Tuesday | August 9

[decoder_rings]

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?

[decoder_rings]

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.

[decoder_rings]

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?"