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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[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.