the deck | late morning | sunday | april 25

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Staying inside was for lazy grown ups who only wanted to watch boring television. If it wasn't cartoons or something going boom, Hannibal didn't want to be there. He, instead, wanted to be outside. The deck proved the best sort of place for an energetic youngster because there were things to climb on and hide under and jump off of! So, of course, that's what he was doing. Who thinks about the possibility of getting hurt when they're having fun?

Currently, Hannibal was standing on one of the tables, arms thrust into the air and voice loud enough to carry while he proclaimed himself the most awesome person in the world. His world view was quite small and quite egocentric so he thought he was pretty right.

When he jumped off the table, he couldn't quite stick the landing and ended up rolling onto his back. He meant to do that though. Totally.

[open deck, yep!]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You should eat one right now," Hannibal told her. "It'd make you cooler!"

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"No!" That would be gross. "I don't need to be anymore cooler. I'm the coolest."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No, you're lame," Hannibal told her matter of factly. "Very lame. And you're lamer because you're a girl! Lame girl face who eats bugs!"

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Girls aren't lame!" Well, some were. "Girls like me aren't lame, anyway!"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Unless I get to play with your bomb or you eat a bug, I am gonna think you're lame," Hannibal decided decisively.

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"I don't care what stupid people think." Burn!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Then, I guess you don't care what you think." Oh snap!