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After lunch, Hannibal went to pick up the flowers he'd ordered - some just to brighten the house, which he set out on the tables, and one deep red rose, still with thorns, with which he armed himself as he stood in the foyer.
Are you ready to go? he thought at Jono.
[OOC: Going to be NFB once they leave the island, but okay until then! Hallelujah for one of my characters having an anniversary I can actually remember!]
Are you ready to go? he thought at Jono.
[OOC: Going to be NFB once they leave the island, but okay until then! Hallelujah for one of my characters having an anniversary I can actually remember!]
