Going to watch my lil homies practice then a visit to wish my dude Hulk a happy birthday!!! #gauges. #hellomynameisfuckyou

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Going to watch my lil homies practice then a visit to wish my dude Hulk a happy birthday!!! #gauges. #hellomynameisfuckyou
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continued from [x] Hannibal watched Jerry with disdain, an almost comical frown chiseled into a face of stone. "I fucking knew it," he replied, drowning himself in the last of his drink, "Waitwait wait--You've been alive how many shit-tons of years and you still haven't figured out how to say: 'You're right'? That's...kind of impressive actually, you sick, sick fuck."
" Easy, I wouldn’t go so far as to say ‘I loved it’. Love's a strong word. I said I enjoyed it a little. It makes a world of difference, believe me. ” Neither diffidence nor a humble acceptance of criticism could debilitate his hardened stance against humility, electing instead to deflect any opportunity for concession. “ Anyway, I’m not sure why you’re so taken aback by this. You can’t sit here and tell me that you wouldn’t have loved coming out on top after a fight like that. In fact, in the heat of the moment, I’m willing to bet that more than a small part of you would’ve really enjoyed putting me in my place. ”
My Other Side (Alternate Ending) ll Jerry & Hannibal
An alternative take on this ultimatum
‘Livid’ didn’t even begin to describe the venomous sense of loathing he had towards the situation. It shouldn’t have been like this. They were supposed to be upstairs, finishing off those steaks and a few bottles of beer for good measure. Fruitfully keeping each other at bay while at the mercy of the chilled stone floor of his basement was never part of the plan – then again, neither was that cut. Oh, that fateful finger cut…
If it hadn’t been for that godforsaken blood, they wouldn’t have been there. Hannibal wouldn’t have seen him drain that hapless woman in the next room to quench his untimely bloodlust and they wouldn’t have come to the simultaneous revelation that neither of them had been completely open with the other. In their respective defense, though, total honesty was a hard concept to promote when one of them was painting trails of their nightly carnage via an ever-lasting path of shredded throats while the other was striving to put an end to that very practice by means of rudimentary elimination. Still, the last thing that grave epiphany needed was a healthy wound to stir matters up for the worse.
All the pain of the skidding UV bullet and a few well-timed kicks that came with their brawl hadn’t held a candle to the dull disappointment he’d felt when the gravity of Hannibal’s revealed identity sunk in. The deep selfishness that came from wanting to delay what he should have been done from the beginning, however, was quickly making itself out to be formidable competition. In spite of the binding hands that threatened to choke and cater to his most malicious of whims, there was still a flickering ember of will inside of him that tried to persuade Hannibal to see the light of reason. Never had he wished for a spark to extinguish so soundly.
Fingers curling harder around the hunter’s wrist as he fought the force of Hannibal’s arm to lean forward, Jerry managed to salvage one final question as a testament to their cracked friendship – asked out of bitter realization over anything else. “ You’re honestly telling me that you’d prefer to die alone, here on the cold floor of my basement just like that girl back there did, feeling your throat close in on itself and suffocate under a crushing bite from someone you trusted,” Vanity had never been laced into a question so tightly. They both knew what the answer would be – what it would always be.
“ Over swallowing your pride just this once and getting a chance at a better, longer life with a genuine friend at your side?”
hellomynameisfxckyou replied to your post: // Thinking of Jerry in a ship at all is crack to...
((I’m the proud captain of the S.S. Jerribal.
hellomynameisfxckyou replied to your post: You're too sexy for your shirt, Jerry.
Oh, shit. I didn’t realize there’d be a gun show tonight. Very impressive.
"Thanks. Now I just have to grow a rugged beard like yours and I'll be all set."
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