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[ There’s a pause. And then a blink. And then Honey snaps from whatever other reality he had been in the process of experiencing, and smiles at the man brightly, before he begins shuffling through all his flashcards.]

( I would love an appointment. ) [ the first one reads as he holds it up. ]

( Thank you a lot. )

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[Hannibal's squinting, or nearly squinting. Already listing the signs of disassociation in his mind. Also selective mutism? Hannibal stop.]

[That would be Hannibal grabbing some paper before speaking again.]

Name?

#sighttouched #well this is going to be awkward

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"Yes, may I help you?" Hannibal was just opening his office doors when he was approached. He kept a smile on his face, as he finished unlocking the doors.

#canisxwalenses #[[*lays on your head* have a starter hmph~]]

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Is something the matter? Graham can’t help but laugh at that.

His trigger finger slips for a moment when he hears the wet sound of hooves moving across bloodied leaves. Is he even awake? Lecter’s office is too hot and it smells sweet and feverish.

But there’s that awkward silence that’s only too apropos to a man stumbling into his psychiatrist’s office in the middle of the evening — 8:30pm, he’s in Baltimore Maryland, and his name is Will Graham — with a face pale as death and air rasping in and out from between his teeth. He’s tired. And the memory of why is fleeting before it connects. Oh. He’s having a panic attack.

"I, ah. Woke up. After being awake — " a pause, and there’s that laugh and the cant of his jaw that tastes like a cracking sound, but doesn’t make a noise. It’s terribly fake; as if he’s about to crack right down the center. "— I was on a scene with Jack, and then I woke up at home. I had, ah. Hah."

Can’t say it? Don’t ask for Pity, Graham. It’s disgusting.

"Scratches."

One sleeve up: defensive wounds. The only factor he fails to observe is the fact he’s got his own skin under his fingernails.

"Tell me they’re not real. Please."

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Hannibal's already gently guiding Will to the couch and sitting him down. "Put your head between your knees and breathe, Will." He listens to Will speak, sees the scratches. He sighs out a breath, keeping his eyes on Will.

"What was the scene? Is there anything there that could have triggered you, perhaps?" Beyond the normal things, and what Will does every time. He raises an eyebrow when Will rolls up his sleeves, keeps his eyes trained on his arm.

"There is nothing there, Will."

#mirrortouchsynesthesia #*pets your face I stalk you lots*#I am Kris #shh no don't apologize I am sorry about not replying last night but I needed bed #and preferred to do this on a keyboard because I'm impossibly slow on mobile

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I just want a really dark and twisted thread, like it's going to be VERY bloody and extreme

#always #ooc

"My apologies, but office hours have just ended. I can set up an appointment for you, however.

[Way to go Honey. Hannibal's smiling though, so you didn't annoy him. (Or did you, who knows.) You might want to take him up on the appointment thing though.]

#sighttouched #appointments