Hannibal's house, Wednesday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal really was going to have to hang out a metaphorical shingle some time soon. The school and his activities in Glacia simply didn't occupy him enough to stave off boredom entirely. But until then, he would spend time here in some of his other favorite pastimes - reading, composing, and cooking.

Maybe something in parchment, today. He did have a bit of liver left over...


[OOC: open if you like, but Bob's bit comes first!]

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[nuclear_snide]

Bob had rather expected to be summarily returned to his skull the moment the little convention ended. When he hadn't been...well, far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth!

The house the convention had been in was dreadfully dull, so he'd headed across to the nearby island. It was rather delightfully quaint, and he spent quite a bit of time just wandering the streets and shops, enjoying the lack of demands on his time. (Okay, yes, he was fond of Harry, but even damned souls deserved a bit of vacation from time to time, didn't they?)

Unfortunately, outside of the haunted convention, it was right back to being completely incorporeal, it seemed, which rather put a damper on it. Still, it did mean he could smoke into people's homes. Not that most of them were doing anything remotely fun, blast it.

And then there was this grand old house, and its solitary male inhabitant. "Oh, now this...this I could get used to." Bob sighed and drifted invisibly through the den, the library... "Oh, very nice bed. And the suits! Plaid isn't really my thing, but at least somebody these days still has a sense of panache."

He came to rest watching the man wistfully as he prepared his dinner. "What I wouldn't give for a bit of what you have." But no, he could hear Harry now - how wrong it would be, even temporarily, to take a ride without permission.

"Spoiling my fun even when you're not here," he muttered.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal set the liver out and started cleaning the mushrooms, working quickly and efficiently, oblivious to any non-corporeal beings around him. It was a blind spot, really.

[nuclear_snide]

"Oh, to taste again!" Bob sighed melodramatically in a way that would have made Harry roll his eyes. But Harry wasn't here, after all.

Neither was anyone else that could stop him, were they? Just a little ride, maybe. Just enough to taste this delectable-looking...he brushed his incorporeal fingers through the liver, and his eyes widened as he looked at the man again.

"Well, isn't that interesting." He did a quick magical scan of the man.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shivered as if something had walked over his grave. Hm. Odd. Still, he was alone. Just a phantom physical reaction.

[nuclear_snide]

"You don't seem to be a wendigo. Or anything else I can think of. Just a human monster." Bob narrowed his eyes. "I'd say the world would be in a great deal less danger with me wearing that body than they are with you in it. Now, who's to deny me a little ride?"

With a smile, he dove in.