Deck, Sunday Afternoon

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With everything that had gone on recently, Hannibal almost forgot about the picnic he owed Adora. Almost but not quite. And, since it was a nice day today, he let her claim it and did his best with packing a basket.

Cold pizza, potato chips, two cans of soda some store bought brownies seemed the most safe and least cooking intensive for him.

The basket was at his feet and Hannibal was leaning back in one of the deck chairs, just waiting now.

[Hannibal's here for Adora but the deck is always open!]

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"And what do you think I was in regards to her?" he asked curiously.

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"I think you liked her uniform," Adora winked.

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"Cop out," he said and made a face. "I like girls in uniforms, period."

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"And you're nothing like Bo." That was an understatement. "Unless you too can play the guitar and shoot arrows."

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"I could probably shoot an arrow but no, no guitar," he said. "I'm not infatuated with She-Ra either."

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"I wasn't trying to imply that you were," she said. "Bo also wears red tights."

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Hannibal shuddered. "Yeah, won't be doing that either. Ew ew ew ew."

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She laughed. "Yeah, I've learned the tights and leotards aren't as popular here as they are back home."

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"Cultural differences," Hannibal explained. "And I don't need everyone seeing my junk in that way."

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"Some consider advance viewings to be quite nice," she giggled.

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"And I'd be fine with showing people but not via tights," he said. "That's just...no."