wes janson - star wars - bar.

[mm_djcati]

Wes is pretty startled when he walks through the door and gets a magic bar instead of his bedroom. It's been a while, for him.

Not a long while, though -- his hair's a little shorter, a little neater, but it's the only difference -- and he smiles brightly after a few seconds and heads towards the Bar.

A smoothie and some cookies. That's what he

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[reactstonothing]

Does he also need a head in a bag?

Because...

Well.

Hannibal doesn't have a head in a bag. He has a pen, a sketchpad, a seat by the fire, and a friendly smile.

His double has a head in a bag, however, and she'll be along in a moment.

[suspects_ravens]

"We will," Hannibal confirms, reclaiming her wine and sipping it with a smile.

[reactstonothing]

It's the same smile Hannibal directs at her-- warm, amused, small, reserved, oddly fond.

It is a very nice smile, on both their distressingly identical faces.

[lookstupid]

It is. It's quite disturbing.

Wes nods again, and offers a casual salute with his free hand, along with a smile of his own.

"Then I'll see you," he says, and turns for the stairs (but not quite his and Inyri's room; not yet).

[reactstonothing]

Hannibal lets him go with a nod and a short, sharp smirk.

[suspects_ravens]

Whereon Hannibal occupies her double's attention quite nicely.

Apart from the hand on her shoulder they have not yet touched at all, but somehow that single point of contact is enough.

Really, really, disquietingly close, these two.