[Having finally stumbled back to his apartment on the second floor, Hannibal stops in his own doorway and slides down the wall, utterly exhausted and yet, not tired. The NOC is clicked on just for something to do.]
It's times like these I wish I had a rubber ball. Just for something to do.
[He thumps his head against the wall behind him before
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Perhaps a tennis ball? Could always figure out a good game of ketch for you, King.
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You still hanging in there, Whistler? [It's strange in some ways, and comfortable in others, but Hannibal's up for dealing with it.] Killed anything that bites lately?
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Sadly, no. Just what I can find to practice with.
[Then there was a long pause.]
Unless you have more important matters than wanting to practice that is.
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You wanna have a talk about that purple, plaid covered elephant in the room?
[He knew that entailed more than the twisted up time-lines.] And I've been thinking. You had a decent snoop around the city yet?
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Happening though? Not crap.
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Happening in general or happening as in ... happening?
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[Snort.]
All of the above. I've never been so bored in my life.
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[although the less said about that the better]
I hear ya. I'd take up shooting pheasants if they were here.
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You should look into it.
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Sebast can give mister one of the not red ones.
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I don't rightly mind what colour they are, but I'm sure we could manage a trade?
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