week three - friday afternoon

[sating]

[ Hannibal has had a busy day, to say the least.

Part of it, he expected, since after what he'd seen last night, he was rather curious to see just how Annabeth had turned out. And of course, the fact that Percy was immediately drawn there was just as much a part of why he'd chosen to investigate that place. It was no surprise that he was there. But seeing the despair turn to rage had been what he was hoping for. With Annabeth and Riku both murdered, Hannibal expected that both Percy and Xion would be extremely interesting to watch tomorrow and from now on.

Of course, what he hadn't predicted was being drawn into another surgery.

He wouldn't refuse, naturally. The irony of the moment pleased him, and he did enjoy surgery a great deal. It was quite the contrast to having such a heavy hand in the murders of two people to then save two. But really, that just quietly improved his mood all the more. By the time he's finished and Sei is let to rest, he's nothing less than starving. He'd had a grand idea of enjoying a particularly decadent brunch. He had given Will his portion for breakfast, and finally, after all of the bustle of the morning, he takes his own serving to cook up. It's simple and quick, since he'd imagined he might need that today. He was more right than he knew. But as he cooks, the smell of seared heart with blueberries, caramelized onions and grated horseradish is nothing less than mouth-watering.

But he'd rather not eat alone or even in public. Even if it looks like no more than steak, he would rather avoid the questions of why he has an appetite at all after such a gruesome day.

So naturally, he finds Will, wherever he may be. ]

Hello, Will.

[ He announces himself gently, and he approaches with a plate, fork, and knife in hand. ]

May I join you while I eat?

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[sweats]

[ Will is in their bedroom this time because well, investigations make the town a little crazy. He did catch Xion's glare from the kitchen earlier, and the screaming kind of clued him into the fact someone she knew was gone. He didn't want to venture past it and it only took a look out the window to see the cluster at the Sheriff's station to make him realize he should probably make himself scarce.

So, he's laying out on the couch, Winston sprawled over his legs and snoozing while he reads. He's got an arm behind his head, pillowing him and he's changed back into his sleepwear -- a shirt and boxers, socks -- because the western clothing isn't that great for lounging. When Hannibal enters, he'll drop the book to his chest and give a raised eyebrow, catching onto Hannibal's mood immediately. ]

Of course. [ . . . ] You're having a very good week, aren't you?