With dawning clarity, Neph understands that this is how it's gonna be from now on; Hannibal telling horrible inside jokes behind the cover of WIll's ignorance, trapping her in a situation where she can't react. Her eyes focus on that tiny smirk and narrow to slits, mouth crimping up in a furious sideways bracket.
"Why do I even like you?" The True Nature of Time, Hannibal? A vein jumps in her temple, which only serves to deepen that dumb smirk. Neph makes a grumpy pigeon noise and sets her mug down, pushing off the counter to go dig around in the pantry.
Will takes it all in stride, putting it down to Hannibal's Weird Genius interests (and maybe Neph's own lack of patience with his nerdery?) and commenting on his Netflix queue. His voice is weirdly distorted, and when Neph backs out of the cabinet with a box of PopSecret in hand, she finds it's because he's facing away over the sink. Mostly he doesn't interact with their apartment, just hands things he's given. The last time he actually helped himself to anything, even the tap, he was halfway high on painkillers and wrapped up in a starry blue toga. The memory triggers a giggle, which skitters out of her before she can stop it.
"They're also pretty handy for picking up English words that, y'know, don't really come up when you're learning a language out'a a book," Neph grins. Documentaries actually do make up a pretty hefty chunk of their respective queues for that reason. She'd tried to expose Hannibal to reruns of VH1's "I Love the Insert-Decade-Here" series, but he'd practically broken out in hives. "I really liked 'Cosmos'."
Before Hannibal can waste a glass of water on her, she darts under his arm and snags a Coke from the side door, then wheels away with the cold can tucked into the crook of her elbow, hands busy prying the plastic popcorn wrapper apart. "You go pull it up, I've got snacks."
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Date: 2017-02-27 05:42 am (UTC)"Why do I even like you?" The True Nature of Time, Hannibal? A vein jumps in her temple, which only serves to deepen that dumb smirk. Neph makes a grumpy pigeon noise and sets her mug down, pushing off the counter to go dig around in the pantry.
Will takes it all in stride, putting it down to Hannibal's Weird Genius interests (and maybe Neph's own lack of patience with his nerdery?) and commenting on his Netflix queue. His voice is weirdly distorted, and when Neph backs out of the cabinet with a box of PopSecret in hand, she finds it's because he's facing away over the sink. Mostly he doesn't interact with their apartment, just hands things he's given. The last time he actually helped himself to anything, even the tap, he was halfway high on painkillers and wrapped up in a starry blue toga. The memory triggers a giggle, which skitters out of her before she can stop it.
"They're also pretty handy for picking up English words that, y'know, don't really come up when you're learning a language out'a a book," Neph grins. Documentaries actually do make up a pretty hefty chunk of their respective queues for that reason. She'd tried to expose Hannibal to reruns of VH1's "I Love the Insert-Decade-Here" series, but he'd practically broken out in hives. "I really liked 'Cosmos'."
Before Hannibal can waste a glass of water on her, she darts under his arm and snags a Coke from the side door, then wheels away with the cold can tucked into the crook of her elbow, hands busy prying the plastic popcorn wrapper apart. "You go pull it up, I've got snacks."