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⠀ ⠀ i ⠀ told ⠀ myself ⠀ — ⠀ this ⠀ is ⠀⠀ the ⠀ last ⠀ time ⠀ 📱 ⠀it’s ⠀ 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ⠀

“ you’re the first person to really see me , joe . you couldn’t make me uncomfortable even if you tried . ” a frown had taken over her brow and she peered up at him , fingers twitching towards his for some sort of touch , some sort of comfort .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ finally ⠀⠀coming⠀⠀ off ⠀⠀a ⠀⠀writing ⠀⠀retreat , in ⠀⠀need⠀⠀ of ⠀⠀a ⠀⠀good ⠀⠀distraction — she ’ s finally⠀⠀ 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 ⠀ ⠀ ❨⠀...⠀❩⠀⠀ ⠀‘⠀ pheew.. ’ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

ooc. do this or perish ( i’ll cry if not )

she knew it was a body before even picking it up. the smell was a dead—ha—giveaway. when he drops it, she squats down to pick the bag up as if it weighs nothing and sets it into the trunk of his car. "you gonna need help getting that thing out?" she completely ignored the —

⠀ Hannibal takes a step closer, knife not going anywhere, though the illusion of it digging deeper is brought by the further curling of his elbow over Joe’s shoulder. His head tilts. Curious. “You can ask,” his tone dancing like a wave. Playful. ▼

⠀ “A pleasure, Joe.” Hannibal smiles and lets go, head cocking to the side, inhaling the air during so. It was subtle, but something in how Hannibal’s eyes laid on him shifted. There was this… sudden 𝒆𝒙𝓹𝒍𝒐𝓼𝒊𝒐𝓷 of interest over him. ▼

“ i worry i make you uncomfortable , ” she took a deep breath , the admission spilling from her lips before she could stop it . her arms wrapped around herself just a little , her gaze dropping slightly . “ i really don’t want to ruin this . i . . . really like you , —

his comfort brought the faintest smile to replace her frown and she gently placed her hand on his arm , squeezing softly . “ it’s fine , i’m used to it , but — we should probably talk about it . ” she dropped her hand back to her lap and she fidgeted awkwardly with her —