Hannibal King (kinghannibal) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-20 06:42:00 |
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It was an absolute glorious day and if there'd been birds chirping in the sky it would've made it 1000x's better. Hannibal didn't mind the random bouts of singing, although he suspected most people were tiring of airing their personal emotions for everyone to hear, but for him? It was absolutely fucking hilarious, but that probably had more to do with the fact that he hadn't broken out into song himself.
No, any time he sang it was of his own volition, not because some strange force in the sky decided it should be so. There would come a time, he was sure, that the force in the sky would bring some plague upon their heads that he'd fall prey to, but in the meantime, he was going to enjoy watching other people become embarrassed or whatever over their current situation.
His hands were shoved down into the pockets of his jeans as he leisurely walked around Test City. His shift at the bar didn't start until 7, and the drunks? They were the only ones that Hannibal did feel bad for. Most of their songs were sad, either of heartbreak or loss due to the alien attack a few weeks ago. Those were the only ones he didn't laugh at, instead he poured them another drink and sang along with them if he knew the song in an attempt to help them out.
It probably didn't work as effectively as Hannibal thought it did, but hey, he was trying at least.
He heard a cat meow close by, and turning his head, he saw a kitty sitting in the shaded doorway of a local business. It was someone's, it had a collar on and looked well fed, the shop door was open and he could only assume that the kitty belonged to the owner or someone inside at least. Hannibal couldn't help himself as he started softly singing, "What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's new, Pussycat..." The cat's tail flicked lazily, one ear turning back before it meowed loudly at Hannibal.
"Hey," he smirked, "I happen to like that song. Should I serenade you with some Hoff then?" The cat got up, and meandered back into the store. Snorting, Hannibal shook his head. "Everyone's a critic of the Hoff."