Hannibal King (hail_king) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-24 10:57:00 |
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Can You Smell What King is Cookin'?
Who: Hannibal King, Abby, Booth, open to anyone else at the hotel that likes waffles and bacon. Maybe the wiley bastard impersonating me.
Where: Kitchen @ random hotel where Abby is staying (as it is a hotel and I assume at one point room service could be ordered, I figured there was a kitchen. If not, slap me.)
When: Morning. Cause that’s when most folks like to eat breakfast.
Why: He’s a growing boy and needs to eat.
Status: In Progress
Rating: Based on his love of the F word, all his threads are likely rated NC-17…
Hannibal hadn’t slept that well since he was in the womb. Something about a soft, warm, great smelling girl that made him sleep like a fucking rock. Admittedly he did wake up a few times to peek at her, just to make sure she was really there, not that he was like watching her sleep, that would be weird and creepy. Right?
Right. So that is NOT what he was doing. He did sniff her hair once or twice. That was all. Her shampoo smelled good, that’s all. He needed a new brand. When he woke up they were in the exact same position. Only they were closer, if that was even possible. A tangled mess of limbs and blankets.
Took a lot of careful maneuvering, like a ninja, to sneak out of the bed without disrupting her. But, he was successful. Just to keep her from freaking out he left her a note on the table beside her side of the bed. Waffles and bacon are on the way. –Han
He didn’t bother to put his shoes on. Or the tee shirt he had taken off in the middle of the night when he had gotten too hot to be comfortable.
Running his hand through his wild mess of hair he headed off in search of a kitchen. The mess of hair looked good on him, unkempt but in a way that looked less ‘I just woke up’ and more model like. King pulled off his unrefined wardrobe with style.
Upon finding the kitchen he began to ransack the cupboards finding all the things he needed to cook breakfast. Of course he wasn't suppose to be there but a few sweet words to the only cook on staff at that hour and he got his way. He always got his way.