@visceravous doc. it’s been a 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 day. [then, almost as an afterthought.] .. say, you drink? not, uh .. fancy stuff, i mean. i’m talking about beers. non—fancy beers.
what can i say, doc. gotta make the big bucks, one way or the other. [a huff, offering a 𝑤𝑟𝑦 little smile.] y’know how jack is. don’t think i’ve had a day off in .. […] ———how’re 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
@visceravous if you could get him to ease up a bit, i’d be in your debt. [knows, deep down, he’d be one of the few her boss would listen to ——— as it were, she’s waving a hand, placatingly.] same as you,
you’re gonna make me spell it out? [she has a betting pool going between her and the wonder—twins, in truth. makes her grin widen thinking of it, if only a smidge.] you and the doctor .. 𝘺’𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
.. 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘩. and here i thought the two of you were——— [a pause : before she’s shaking her head, smiling to herself.] nevermind. don’t get all philosophical on me, will. here, happy thoughts,
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i don't think anyone can truly be close to hannibal lecter, if they think they are, they're a thousand miles away from him. but , that's what he wants.
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particularly cruel. 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 times, well .. “ was thinking of getting a drink myself, honestly. something about the cold— ” a glance, side—long. “ would it be hypocritical if i asked you to join me? ”
“ 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 .. but i get it. ” how could she not? day—in and day—out .. the habit was her own, once. sometimes the itch for it creeps up her spine, when the nights are long and the world is