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my obligation to warn you of the dangers you might subject yourself to, for your own good. ” ⠀ like dealing with a dog, it seems. ⠀⠀ “ no matter how sharp 𝑦our teeth are, there'll alw͟ays be someone 𝑠harper. ”
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“ i am not here to dictate what you can and will do. ” ⠀ faintest squint of own eyelids, barely there at all. “ if you're so eager to find answers to clear your doubts, go for it. but, as your 𝑑octor, it is ⠀⠀ ..
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soured gaze flicks to own hands, jaw going stiff. he doesn't like this. doesn't like how he feels stripped to the bone. deep greens meet other's own, scrutinizing.
"urge t' know what ya wanna know's part a' bein' human, doc." an adjustment of jaw, flare of nostrils. " just makin' me wanna find out even more, even if it'll bite me."
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with a kind of gentle affection.
“ you see, the secret is always in the seasoning—but 𝑓resh ingredients do make *𝑎𝑙𝑙 the difference. ” ⠀ sounds oh–so—passionate about it, a true admirer.
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“ well, then i am glad. ” ⠀⠀ hannibal's gaze, once so focused in his own, now quietly observed the other's every move; ⠀ the knife in his hand, the cut of the meat, the slow savoring of 𝑒ach 𝑏ite.
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ˊˊ it is! ˊˊ blurted—— perhaps too suddenly. face matches the wine, now. clearing throat, regaining composure as he eyes the dish some more. blinking at the other man—— surprised, still.
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numinous patience is seen in catchlight, as though he wouldn’t allow himself to look away until he was certain every fiber of meat had been swallowed. only then does he let his attention settle back upon self, enjoying own meal ..
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