[He has always been a silent walker. His shoes were long since abandoned, they made too much squelching once he was wet. He comes down the stairs on bare feet, and his eyes find the broader man. Muscular and strong; best to cook that cut after an oil bath, provide the extra fat.
But Hannibal isn't cooking tonight.
He keeps the high ground as he comes down from level six, leaning almost relaxed against the rail.]
You do not seem pleased to see me.
[He's not entirely sure who he is seeing. Images have been rippling since this began, and he has not cared to correct any of it.]
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But Hannibal isn't cooking tonight.
He keeps the high ground as he comes down from level six, leaning almost relaxed against the rail.]
You do not seem pleased to see me.
[He's not entirely sure who he is seeing. Images have been rippling since this began, and he has not cared to correct any of it.]