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, |
Hannibal lifted a shoulder, "Never said I didn't did I?" He waggled his brows playfully at her. God it was good to have Whistler around, even if she'd spread terrible, horrible things around about him. He knew that it would all be in good fun though, so he really didn't have any to many worries. If someone asked, he could always say that Whistler was a pathological liar.
"That's not deranged, thankyouverymuch. It's quite normal. What makes you deranged is that you don't have wet dreams. Bunnies? Nah, I've got much better specimens to have wet dreams over than some playmate." He teased, shrugging his broad shoulders. His eyes trailed over her, carefully and slowly and a smirk graced his lips. Finally he raised his gaze back to hers, “Like present company.” Oh yeah, she was going to get him and get him good. Did Hannibal care really? No, not really.
Dark eyes rolled at her comment about him smoking, “I am not smoking. Gah, Whistler.” He smiled softly, “Gods, AKA the Cosmic Forces.” Holding up his hands he wriggled his fingers at her. “Spooky eh? Just think we’ve dealt with vamps and hybrids but not gods. Should be fun, eh?” Shaking his head at her he dropped his hands. “Yeah, you’re lucky. I ended up here in fucking pajama pants, no weapons and I landed in the damn fountain.” He muttered softly, “But, you’ll find that all of your other weapons that you might’ve left in the Honeycomb Hideout are here. It’s weird the way they’ve set up everything according to our likes.” He paused for a moment, “And speaking of the night I arrived, a woman arrived before I did. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but she gave off that vibe that Danica did.”
His brow quirked up, “Yes, and you leave the women I play with alone…” He stopped, mouth shutting with a click of his teeth. He narrowed his gaze slightly at her, “Oh but why not? You wouldn’t let me watch or join in?” Hannibal pouted prettily at her, batting his eyes as best he could manage before snorting. “Such a spoil sport, and don’t go filling heads with lies about me.”
Hannibal blinked once, twice, three times for good measure at her words. Slowly the Nightstalker licked his lips, eying her with a smirk. “Oh no! Woman, get back here and finish what you started.” He teased, moving quickly and striding over to the desk. Grabbing up her key, and map he watched her waiting on the exact moment that he could toss them at her. He knew she was frisky, and he also knew it’d take all he had to keep up with her.
"That's not deranged, thankyouverymuch. It's quite normal. What makes you deranged is that you don't have wet dreams. Bunnies? Nah, I've got much better specimens to have wet dreams over than some playmate." He teased, shrugging his broad shoulders. His eyes trailed over her, carefully and slowly and a smirk graced his lips. Finally he raised his gaze back to hers, “Like present company.” Oh yeah, she was going to get him and get him good. Did Hannibal care really? No, not really.
Dark eyes rolled at her comment about him smoking, “I am not smoking. Gah, Whistler.” He smiled softly, “Gods, AKA the Cosmic Forces.” Holding up his hands he wriggled his fingers at her. “Spooky eh? Just think we’ve dealt with vamps and hybrids but not gods. Should be fun, eh?” Shaking his head at her he dropped his hands. “Yeah, you’re lucky. I ended up here in fucking pajama pants, no weapons and I landed in the damn fountain.” He muttered softly, “But, you’ll find that all of your other weapons that you might’ve left in the Honeycomb Hideout are here. It’s weird the way they’ve set up everything according to our likes.” He paused for a moment, “And speaking of the night I arrived, a woman arrived before I did. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but she gave off that vibe that Danica did.”
His brow quirked up, “Yes, and you leave the women I play with alone…” He stopped, mouth shutting with a click of his teeth. He narrowed his gaze slightly at her, “Oh but why not? You wouldn’t let me watch or join in?” Hannibal pouted prettily at her, batting his eyes as best he could manage before snorting. “Such a spoil sport, and don’t go filling heads with lies about me.”
Hannibal blinked once, twice, three times for good measure at her words. Slowly the Nightstalker licked his lips, eying her with a smirk. “Oh no! Woman, get back here and finish what you started.” He teased, moving quickly and striding over to the desk. Grabbing up her key, and map he watched her waiting on the exact moment that he could toss them at her. He knew she was frisky, and he also knew it’d take all he had to keep up with her.