#anmformischa

[femalethepug]

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-Wiggles her butt at the human-

Scratch me, there are things biting me.

-Sits down and scratches her hair with the back of foot-

Ahahaahahhhh yessss right there. Gotcha!

[devourtheimpolite]

giggles

[anempathsbecoming]

@anmformischa

Good to know I'll keep it in mind for the future. Either way. It's an interesting show, despite being full of assholes.

[anempathsbecoming]

@anmformischa

Yeah that's what its seeming like so far. Although Don seems like an asshole with a purpose, while many of the others seem like assholes.

I dunno. Maybe it'a his charm getting to me.

[devourtheimpolite]

Blanc | anmformischa

He had put on his best human mask for the day, acting like somebody who had been, or almost had been, a victim. Giving a saddened look would make everybody feel sorrier for him, something that he truly needed were he to get what he wanted, if he wanted Will Graham to stay behind bars.

Keeping up such a façade could become tiresome, but he couldn’t stop, were he to allow people to think he was lying. And of course he could not lie under oath, nor did he plan to; instead he would simply flit around the truth, leaving hidden truths here and there to find, were anybody smart enough to find them.

And there was one man who was desperate to hear these untold truths come from Doctor Lecter’s mouth; the defence attorney in charge of defending Will Graham. He seemed quite focused on finding Graham not guilty, as was his job, and would stop at nothing to find what Hannibal was hiding. And he seemed to be getting closer to the truth, trying his best to get there in any way possible, even if that included being quite rude to Hannibal.

When the court proceedings were over for the day, Hannibal found himself standing outside the courthouse, watching as the people left. He waited quite some time until he felt that mostly everybody had left, before going back in and closing the door, finding only the attorney who had been defending Graham, sorting papers and looking over things.

Hannibal was quiet as he approached him, wondering how it would be best to go about his business. Once having decided, he picked up his pace a little, still being as quiet as possible. Once the attorney had noticed footsteps, he began to turn his head, perhaps only being able to get a single glance before his neck was snapped. Hannibal let the body fall to the ground, knowing that he would have to do something with it – he couldn’t simply leave it there, after all.

[devourtheimpolite]

// nooo he's a delicate flower he NEEDS HIS BOOKS

[devourtheimpolite]

Obviously his food is only made from vegetarians. Rubes.

"It could be, I have no way of knowing the diets of everybody I serve."

[anempathsbecoming]

@anmformischa

WE CAN STILL SHIP IT BBY.

GEORGIAS HIS BESTIE. IT COULD HAPPEN.

ALSO WITH MISCHA TOO.

HE LIKES MISCHA.