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Jul. 8th, 2013 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellomynameisfuHannibal was still pretty sore from his broken ribs but fortunately he was still up to bouncing at the Catscratch. Granted, if they had a regular parade of asshole that got out of control it might be a bit tricky but fortunately on the island it wasn't like that.
Mainly he helped Helen close up the club, which he liked. It was kind of interesting helping out with that. It made him feel responsible, being a part of the clean up. As one of the Nightstalkers that sort of closure wasn't usually possible. When everything was "done" they were scrambling like mad to get away from what they had just done.
So maybe that's why he was feeling so introspective tonight, the sense of responsibility hitting him. Or maybe because his injuries precluded him from having super-crazy physical sex and he actually had to put some mental energy toward other topics. Either way, he was a bit more thoughtful than usually.
"Hey gorgeous," he called out to Helen. "I think we're almost done here."
Mainly he helped Helen close up the club, which he liked. It was kind of interesting helping out with that. It made him feel responsible, being a part of the clean up. As one of the Nightstalkers that sort of closure wasn't usually possible. When everything was "done" they were scrambling like mad to get away from what they had just done.
So maybe that's why he was feeling so introspective tonight, the sense of responsibility hitting him. Or maybe because his injuries precluded him from having super-crazy physical sex and he actually had to put some mental energy toward other topics. Either way, he was a bit more thoughtful than usually.
"Hey gorgeous," he called out to Helen. "I think we're almost done here."
