Office Hours, Thursday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal hadn't been planning on coming in to his office on the island until the afternoon.

Just until he woke up to a hat and eyepatch that wouldn't go away, and cursed a lot more like a sailor than usual.

So now he was in his office, working on classes and listening to the only opera his stereo would play today.

At least his getup matched his mood.


[Open, but grumpy!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shared a look with Dracula. "That parrot seems rather insubordinate, wouldn't you say? Maybe there is mutiny in the air."

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"He and the hat appeared early this morning. I don't know who it is he thinks I am."



"Yer th' Cap'n, Cap'n." Apparently it was an obvious statement, since the bird was now chewing his foot.

"It's count!" Drac growled. "And I haven't been on a boat in decades; I'm not your captain."

"Th' Cap'n is th' Cap'n, the ship is the lady! Pillage the landlubbers! Braawk."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Since he apparently thinks you're his captain, he'll have to do anything you say or be...keelhauled, is it? So, perhaps if you order him to be quiet..." Hannibal suggested.