It was because it was getting dark that Hannibal was out. Not that he was a vampire, because he isn't, not any more, but he still keeps their hours of operation. Bank tellers work bank hours. Hannibal King works fang gang hours.
There were a few essential items he needed for his night out and he had gathered them at the store. Stepping out of the store he tucked his bubble gum into his back pocket, popped the orange flavored sucker into his mouth and cracked open his sugar free Redbull. No, he has never tested the 'it gives you wings' gimmick.
"Sidewalk just jumped on up and bit ya huh?" Hannibal offered a friendly smile as he squatted down to help the young girl gather her fallen items. The passersby that just watched her when she fell, the ones that didn't stop to help her back up, when they looked back over their shoulders to snicker again, King flipped them off. "You okay, sweetheart?" Standing back upright he offered a hand for her to pull herself up with.