Hannibal King (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hellokittytat) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandemansion, |
Giving her a droll look, Hannibal pushed at her again, playfully. "You think? I watch enough of them to pick up a few words, and I was currently in the middle of The Exorcist, if you must know." He grinned at her, Eyes trailing over her as he saw the slight movement of her hand.
Holding his own hands up in defense, he took a step back off the lip of the fountain, slipping a little himself. After he righted his body he spoke, "Easy, Whistler." He murmured, smirking slowly at her. "Unless you want a tussle, which you'll kick my ass anyway, but that's neither here nor there now is it?"
Lowering his hands, he let them hang loose at his sides. "I've been here." He waved a hand around the foyer of the mansion. "Been in worse places though." The smirk was still present on his handsome features, and he lifted a shoulder. He then grunted softly at the push to his chest, pushing her back a little harder this time. "I'm here, not some figment of your deranged imagination." He let out a breath, and folded his arms.
"We're in a mansion, why I have yet to figure out. Something about cosmic forces or something.” He lifted his shoulders before he continued, “Not a simulation, but reality...in some place and time." Oh, Hannibal listened, and he listened well. Well, technically it was called eavesdropping, but that was a whole different story. "Then again, it could be a simulation, see what we'll all do." He pursed his lips, reaching up and tapping them thoughtfully with a forefinger. "But in any event this place is fucking awesome." He grinned over at her, eying her back carefully.
"Oh no, I'm not telling you." He eyed her still, "You'll cockblock me, and I won't have any of that." He pointed a finger at her, smirking all the while. "Did you miss me, Whistler?" Hannibal waggled his brows playfully at her. "Oh you know you did." He opened up his arms, "Come on, and give me some love. You know you want to." He wiggled his fingers, smirking all the while. Oh he loved torturing Abigail, and he knew she’d torture him back when she got the chance.
Holding his own hands up in defense, he took a step back off the lip of the fountain, slipping a little himself. After he righted his body he spoke, "Easy, Whistler." He murmured, smirking slowly at her. "Unless you want a tussle, which you'll kick my ass anyway, but that's neither here nor there now is it?"
Lowering his hands, he let them hang loose at his sides. "I've been here." He waved a hand around the foyer of the mansion. "Been in worse places though." The smirk was still present on his handsome features, and he lifted a shoulder. He then grunted softly at the push to his chest, pushing her back a little harder this time. "I'm here, not some figment of your deranged imagination." He let out a breath, and folded his arms.
"We're in a mansion, why I have yet to figure out. Something about cosmic forces or something.” He lifted his shoulders before he continued, “Not a simulation, but reality...in some place and time." Oh, Hannibal listened, and he listened well. Well, technically it was called eavesdropping, but that was a whole different story. "Then again, it could be a simulation, see what we'll all do." He pursed his lips, reaching up and tapping them thoughtfully with a forefinger. "But in any event this place is fucking awesome." He grinned over at her, eying her back carefully.
"Oh no, I'm not telling you." He eyed her still, "You'll cockblock me, and I won't have any of that." He pointed a finger at her, smirking all the while. "Did you miss me, Whistler?" Hannibal waggled his brows playfully at her. "Oh you know you did." He opened up his arms, "Come on, and give me some love. You know you want to." He wiggled his fingers, smirking all the while. Oh he loved torturing Abigail, and he knew she’d torture him back when she got the chance.