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The Roof, Late Wednesday Afternoon

Kate didn't really know what to do with herself today. Not taking the weekend into account, Wednesday was the only day of the week that she didn't have either workshops or ballet class.

So she'd spent the first part of her day sorting out stuff for her online classes. Once that was done, she'd ended up here, although she wasn't sure why. Not like there was too much for her to do up on the roof, either.

She wasn't even smoking, although should any of her fellow Smokers' Club members show up, she thought might pester them for a cigarette.

But as she was alone, she was mostly just leaning against the railing and looking out over the town. Thinking about stuff. People. Herself.

For once, it didn't make her feel or seem too angsty.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof!]

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"Oh, there is always time for teasing," he said, embracing her tightly and smiling. "So, he'll go on my nonexistent list."

"See, now I'm just not gonna tell you about anyone else," she informed him. "And Warren's going to hate me."

She'd let go of him in a moment. Shut up.

"I could always listen to archived radio broadcasts," Hannibal pointed out. "It'd be easy enough to see where you've been by those, insane squirrels or not."

He was fine with being hugged and clung to. Totally and completely fine.

"Then go listen to old radio broadcasts," Kate said. "That's still harder than me telling you, and it'll give you something to do. Now that you're all graduated and stuff, it's not like you don't have the time."

"Oooh, someone's touchy," Hannibal said, stepping back and peering at her. "Where'd that come from?"

An irrational hatred towards graduation?

Kate shrugged. "Nowhere."

"Yeah, that's bullshit," Hannibal said dryly. "Why'd you just rip into me for no reason? I haven't seen you weeks, I can't have done anything wrong this quick."

Kate scowled, and stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself and looking away.

She looked... ridiculously uncomfortable, for a moment, then muttered, "You're gonna leave."

So, she was being bitchy at him for the exact same reason she'd been clinging to him for. Yes.

"Yeah, but that's not for like four months and it's not like I'm gonna disappear when I do leave," Hannibal told her, shaking his head. "I don't live on another planet or anything like that. And I have a cell phone. I'm gonna leave the island but not your life."

Kate winced at the words 'another planet'. Yeah, those may have been one of the major reasons why this was such a stupidly sore subject for her, in general terms.

"Well it still sucks," she said, in an astonishing display of maturity.

"Yeah, it does," he said, reaching for one of her hands and giving it a squeeze. "And I don't want to leave either, Kate, I don't. There's not a lot out there for me. You could always come with me, be my sidekick to whatever adventures I have."

"Oh, please," she snorted, indignant if a little subdued. "You would be my sidekick."

"Would I have to wear spandex?" he questioned. "Because I don't know if I want my junk just out there like that."

"No one is wearing spandex," she said, pretty damn decisively. "We're obviously way cooler than that."

"I dunno, I bet you could work spandex," he said, looking her over. "Maybe even leg warmers. Hot, babe, hot."

"Well, of course, I can work anything. I mean, just look at me." Oh look, there was that humble streak in action again. "But I think that would depend on the kind of operation we'd be running."

"Well, would you wanna be on the good or the bad side of the law?" he wondered.

"Good," she decided. "Seems like less of a hassle."

"We could sell vacuum cleaners!" That was not a good idea, Hannibal.

"That's like, one step below selling Vita-Self."

Which apparently only existed in her world, but she didn't know that. Point was, she was not impressed with his idea.

"And I would off myself before selling that."

"Picky," Hannibal said, smirking nonetheless. "We could challenge random people to fights and beat their asses?"

"How's that staying on the good side of the law?"

"If they throw the first punch, we'd be retaliating in self defense." See, he'd thought about it!

"Your mind worries me, babe," Kate said, shaking her head. "Besides, I can't actually physically kick anyone's ass yet."

"We could offer to be babysitters?"

That would be...an awesome disaster.

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