[the minutes tick by and Hannibal is this close to putting his earpiece away when it pings once more.]
Of course, my house is north from Bangsan Market. I'll see you then.
[the unsaid be on time is there, looming somehow.
6pm rolls around and Hannibal has his living room a tad rearranged, with the green chairs in front of the fireplace and a fire crackling against the stone. the smell of dessert -- warm, dark chocolate -- wafts through his halls.
a small set of chocolate truffles are arranged on a plate set on a small table between the chairs in the living room. two cups of lavender tea on their respective saucers follow. the truffles themselves are garnished with frozen dried raspberry shavings while the inside is a creamy texture of raspberry-chocolate ganache. never will he have a guest and not serve them.
it is one minute to 6. he hopes that Krouse is on time, else the tea will get cold.]
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Of course, my house is north from Bangsan Market. I'll see you then.
[the unsaid be on time is there, looming somehow.
6pm rolls around and Hannibal has his living room a tad rearranged, with the green chairs in front of the fireplace and a fire crackling against the stone. the smell of dessert -- warm, dark chocolate -- wafts through his halls.
a small set of chocolate truffles are arranged on a plate set on a small table between the chairs in the living room. two cups of lavender tea on their respective saucers follow. the truffles themselves are garnished with frozen dried raspberry shavings while the inside is a creamy texture of raspberry-chocolate ganache. never will he have a guest and not serve them.
it is one minute to 6. he hopes that Krouse is on time, else the tea will get cold.]