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Nov. 20th, 2012 04:01 pmHannibal needed help. There were certain things that he had difficulty doing on his own and one of them was acting like a normal human being. Or at least looking like one. He didn’t have any problem with who he was and normally he was of the mind that if someone else didn’t like it? Well fuck them.
Except now, he really wanted to impress one Janet van Dyne and he had a feeling that looking slightly better than a hobo wasn’t going to cut it. I’m not changing for her, but that doesn’t mean he can’t show her that he clean up nicely when he needed to. And that he can do it of his own volition.
Sort of. He was still going to need some help. The help of someone sharply dressed and likely clean shaven. He was sure that if he waited in the cafeteria long enough, someone like that would come along.
Except now, he really wanted to impress one Janet van Dyne and he had a feeling that looking slightly better than a hobo wasn’t going to cut it. I’m not changing for her, but that doesn’t mean he can’t show her that he clean up nicely when he needed to. And that he can do it of his own volition.
Sort of. He was still going to need some help. The help of someone sharply dressed and likely clean shaven. He was sure that if he waited in the cafeteria long enough, someone like that would come along.
