room 403 | early evening | tuesday | october 27

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With no classes till Friday, Hannibal's mid weeks were almost like another weekend for him. He tended to treat them just like weekends too. Basically, that meant he did random errands, relaxed and slept. Today, that'd meant he'd done some laundry (it was currently dumped on one side of the bed), gone running (he'd showered, thank you) and was

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Hannibal's nap might be a little disturbed by Angela deciding to slip off her shoes when she came in, crawl onto the bed, snuggle up beside him and warm her hands on his stomach.

Maybe he'd doze right through and wouldn't notice...

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Hannibal might have slept through it if it weren't for the fact he was getting used to warm up her hands. As it was, he didn't come all the way awake but he did try and curl up a little more in an effort to make himself warm again.

Give him a little more time and he'd do a little more but shifting around and acting like that might help was all he could manage for the time being.

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Probably wouldn't help much, no, but at least she wasn't mean enough to actually try and wake him up yet, just spread her fingers a little wider over his nice warm skin. Generally, he had plenty of warm to spare, she was just borrowing.

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"What're you doing?" Hannibal mumbled once he'd come awake enough to realize he wasn't alone anymore and his stomach was getting used a hand warmer.