This weekend Hannibal was himself (so far as he was aware), male, and wearing whichever clothes he felt like. He was wondering if he should keep an extra eye out - this could have been any day in Baltimore before he'd gone to teach at Fandom. Unless you counted the fact his patient was a werewolf, but he wasn't ruling that out any other time anymore, either; it seemed safest.
Meanwhile he sat in his office waiting for Derek.
[OOC: Open to the grumpy werewolf and phone calls or e-mail, NFB for therapy!]
Meanwhile he sat in his office waiting for Derek.
[OOC: Open to the grumpy werewolf and phone calls or e-mail, NFB for therapy!]