Hannibal's house, Saturday morning
Jan. 18th, 2014 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharp_as_knivesHannibal had woken up this morning and headed downstairs to make breakfast, but to his consternation could barely smell anything. He could have made eggs and sausage with his eyes closed, but despite knowing they were right, they smelled...dull.
He knew his own body enough to know this wasn't a cold or anything. Frowning, he turned to the next most likely culprit, and headed down to the island to see if something was going on. It was that or a brain tumor, so he was honestly hoping something was.
He knew his own body enough to know this wasn't a cold or anything. Frowning, he turned to the next most likely culprit, and headed down to the island to see if something was going on. It was that or a brain tumor, so he was honestly hoping something was.
