Office Hours, Friday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal's official office hours were later in the evening, but he showed up a bit early so he could hopefully get information on places in the city to hold the end-of-class dinner party. And he might as well do it from his office, in case any students needed him.

There were an assortment of herbs in tasteful window boxes added to the decor now; he wanted to see how they'd do in this environment. Hopefully they would wouldn't become too odd.

[Open to whomever wants!]

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[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

Well, he was dealing with a fangirl, so... it was probably more good judgement than rudeness.

"Ugh, you guys are weird about staying in character."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Staying in which character?" He had a feeling she didn't mean his actual act, and was beginning to wonder if she were actually disturbed.

In which case, this conversation just got much more interesting. "What would you expect to see from me?"

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"Something cool. Like, maybe a werewolf. Those are pretty popular right now."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Are they? Well, unfortunately," very, very fortunately, "I have no means of changing my species. Tell me, what makes them so 'cool'?"

Oh, Hannibal, you didn't.

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"Well, their abs for one." Damn right!

[sharp_as_knives]

He...hadn't expected that. "So, humans don't have good enough abs?" He happened to think his were fairly good. He had to stay in shape to indulge his hobbies.

[somaybeimatroll.livejournal.com]

"No." She squinted at him. "Maybe you should be a werewolf with great abs."

She was bound to use that ring for evil eventually, guys.

[sharp_as_knives]

Well, of course he was. It was one reason he was such a good hunter.

Hannibal leaned back to let his shirt stretch a bit over his perfect abs. And grinned.