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Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Thursday | August 26

Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]

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"A cocky dumbass that you loooooooove," he teased, grinning.

"So?" she asked. "That's irrelevant."

"I know. I just wanted you to admit it," he said and shrugged shamelessly.

Edited 2010-08-26 23:23 (UTC)

"Think you've already made me admit it before," she pointed out, resisting another eyeroll. "Also, I don't think I was that close to you when you lost the bet."

"Yeah, but we grew closer," he said, unaffected by her almost but not quite eyeroll. "And I get to be sentimental, okay?"

"No," she said. "I forbid it."

Because she had the power to do that. Of course.

"It's a good thing you're not the boss of me, then," Hannibal said and stuck his tongue out at her.

Kate snorted. "I will so miss your maturity."

"Oh, it takes one to know one, babe," he said and smiled. "Don't even try to play that you're not immature too."

"I'm totally mature."

Not really, and she knew it too. Almost painfully, after this week.

"More mature than you, anyway."

"I will give you that you might be more mature than me but you are not mature by any stretch of the imagination," he remarked. "Not even close."

"I am," she insisted. "You're just jealous."

"Of you?" Hannibal scoffed and waved a hand. "Not even."

"You totally are."

She just decided that he was, and then looked smug about it. It was that simple!

"Not even," he said and shook his head. "Stop being so smug, babe."

"You like me when I'm smug," she decided, and didn't look a bit less smug. "I'm smug all the time, so you must like it."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you." He was. "So there, babe."

Kate just waved a dismissive hand at him. He could say whatever he wanted, she was still not going to believe him.

Hannibal was going to take that as a win, thank you. He just smirked at her.

And Kate was just going to let him keep his delusions, because he was leaving tomorrow and she had kind of a massive soft spot for him.

"Whatever, babe," she said. "So, I think I'm gonna head home to my room now. Kinda feel like maybe taking a nap. It's exhausting watching a show like yours."

"All right," he said, giving her hand a squeeze before he let it go. "See you tomorrow, okay?"

"See you tomorrow," she nodded, giving him a tiny little wave before wandering off.

To have a nap first, and then later a drink. She needed one.

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