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]

"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.