Office Hours, Tuesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had been wary about coming back here after all the singing on Friday, but things today seemed fairly sane. Or at least largely within the bounds of science and psychology that he could extrapolate to. Which was good, because he had finishing touches to put on tomorrow's lesson, now he'd been assured the proper ingredients.

[OOC: Open door, doing paperwork, please drop by! Still needing a TA...]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"We do indeed." Hannibal nodded. "I regret I have no remaining family by blood, but I also have friends who are dear to me, and I will do whatever I can to keep them safe." Even if it meant framing them for murder and sending them to prison. He knew he had a different idea of "safe", okay; it would all end up best for Will in the end.

"And children should always be protected from those who would harm them." Whenever feasible, anyway.

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"Exactly. And speaking of children," Drac looked over at Mavis, and narrowed his eyes. She'd been incredibly silent for a long time... "Mavis?"

The pup looked up, innocence written all over her face.

"Mavis?"

"Whfflp?"

Drac held out a hand and she dropped her head sadly. Walking over to him, she spat a well chewed pen into his hand. He sighed.

"My apologies, Doctor. I believe it is time to feed my daughter." He wrapped the pen in a handkerchief and offered it to the man. "I will replace this."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal tried not to look too pained; it was a nice pen, but not irreplaceable. "I probably should have kept a better eye on that." He took it gingerly and gave Mavis an exasperated look.

"I realize you're missing class tomorrow, but I assure you ink and wood were not on the menu. I'll find you other things to eat if you wish to make up the time."