[ WEEK SIX ]

[sheriffexe]

WEEK SIX

CURRENT POPULATION: 14 It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings. ... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours! After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts. This post functions as the general mingle post for the week. Wanted Posters and other small events will be posted in top levels below. If there's any questions or requests, please send a PM or shoot a PP to robowest.

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[bittybat]

[For a long moment, Damian stares at Hannibal, expression rather grim. Then he looks away again.

Pennyworth, at least, offers Hannibal a small meow of greeting when pausing from cleaning.]

She had been collecting flowers since she arrived.

[sating]

[ He raises an eyebrow lightly at that stare, but it's easily dismissed. They may not have spoken much, but Hannibal has seen enough of Damian's personality in trials to know he's a bit of a hard-headed and suspicious boy. Which, all things considered, he'd say were good qualities here. ]

I know. It is the very first conversation I had with her, in fact.

[ He reaches into his pocket to pull out his own bookmark, looking at it almost wistfully. ]

The flowers she chose are quite beautiful. Fitting, as well. [ He looks to Damian ] What did she choose for you?

[bittybat]

[Skeptically, Damian peers at the bookmark Hannibal looks over, and then he glances down at the one clutched between his fingers. What's your favorite color?

What's your favorite flower?

Poeny, Plumeria, Thistle. [Seeing the I love you! at the bottom simultaneously embarrasses him and makes his throat dry.]

[sating]

[ Hannibal's smile quirks lightly in interest, but he nods, understanding the meaning easily. He's a Christy Character (tm), so of course he knows flower language well enough to easily repeat them. ]

A strong set of flowers. Bravery, versatility, and diligence, as I recall. It's quite the impressive compliment.

[ He turns his own bookmark for Damian to see if he wants, though he wouldn't be surprised at all if this punk didn't even look... ]

Queen of the Night, yarrow, and dahlia for myself.

[bittybat]

[No, Damian looks. He doesn't want to give Hannibal the satisfaction of looking or being interested, but... he looks, and he's interested. Fuck his life.

The frowning expression doesn't leave his face.]

I assume you think those are accurate.

[sating]

[ He's a bit surprised that Damian does in fact look, but his statement only gets Hannibal to cant his head slightly, curious. ]

You disagree with them?

[bittybat]

I didn't say that. [His eyes lift to Hannibal instead of the bookmark.] Do you think they're accurate?

She based them on what she thought she knew about everyone, but in a game like this, how could she know anyone truly?

[sating]

[ He doesn't seem terribly surprised by the sentiment, but his smile stays in place. ]

I suppose she couldn't. Even nearly two months is not enough time to truly know someone. We're all acquaintances bonded together through blood. It brings us closer than a more conventional situation might.

[ He tucks his own bookmark away again, but then shifts to stand with a relaxed, open posture. ]

But still, it's a rather cynical viewpoint. I believe there is quite a bit of truth in her opinions all the same. Just as elegance suits me, I thing diligence suits you, Damian.

[bittybat]

["Through blood"??? (unsure)!!!]

You don't know me, Lecter.

[sating]

[ He bows his head lightly with a quirked smile. ]

True, I don't. It's as you said. It is only what we think we know about each other, isn't it?

[ Hannibal straightens and looks out at the pond, though he continues speaking to Damian. ]

Though I will take the hint. Shall I leave you to your contemplative silence?