On A Greyhound Bus | Friday | September 10

[decoder_rings]

There was only so long a guy could hang out with his parents before he decided he had to get out of there. For Hannibal, he'd hit about two weeks before deciding that was it for him. He'd packed a bag, kissed his mother goodbye, begged his father for some money and then caught a bus

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[flowering_mind]

At the perk, read the text that Ino sent Hannibal. Entertain me?

[decoder_rings]

Hannibal smirked at the text and shook his head. So, off went a return text, of course. On a bus. You should entertain me.

[flowering_mind]

Where're you going? Ino sent back. Ain't txting you entertainment enough?

[decoder_rings]

New York, he typed. Sup at the Perk? Good coffee?

[vanillajello]

Kate was on a bus too though that was still being typed up. And buses were boring.

And Hannibal wasn't boring. So Hannibal was getting a call.

[decoder_rings]

Hannibal had been in the midst of a staring contest with the tiny child up front when his phone went off. And lucky for him, it was a familiar number.

"Yo, babe!" he called into the phone. "Let's go to Vegas and get married."

[vanillajello]

Kate's laugh made for a nice greeting, didn't it? Because that's what he got. "Well, I'm sure my aunt wouldn't mind if I switched my plane tickets to Vegas instead."

[decoder_rings]

"She can come!" Hannibal decided, nodding. "We'd need a witness right? She can come and be our witness and then we can be the Kings who travel across the country. With your aunt. Or something."

[likes_chicken]

Hannibal's phone rang, not that Hurley had quite intended to call him. He was in a hurry and had missed the Hoshi entry by one. Oops.

[decoder_rings]

Hannibal checked his phone and clicked it on. "Yo, Hurley! What's up, man?"

[I might be slow for a few hours because of workkk but I will be around as I can!]

[likes_chicken]

Hurley blinked a few times, but decided Hannibal was just as good a person to talk to as any. "Dude, I just got out of jail!" he said, still baffled by the whole situation.

[decoder_rings]

"...what?" Hannibal asked, frowning. "What the hell were you in jail for?"

[bitch_prince]

"You're an idiot," said Arthur, without much fanfare, the moment anyone went anywhere near the answer call button.

His sulks tended to manifest in equal parts brooding and bullying, and half his knights had claimed to have fallen ill that morning.

So.

[decoder_rings]

"...and you're an ass," Hannibal replied, giving his phone a look. "What else is new?"

[bitch_prince]

"Very little, beyond the obviously increasingly appalling size of your ego," Arthur said, blase. (He had no clue about Hannibal's ego in any realistic sense, but he'd met Hannibal) "So I figured I'd do you a favour and diminish it."

[decoder_rings]

"Sorry, it didn't work," Hannibal told him, shaking his head. "Better luck next time! My ego's intact. It's probably vacationing next to your huge ass ego."