Yesterday, after class, Hannibal had sneaked off the island and finally found some spandex. Yeah, he'd had to flirt with the salesgirl a bit to get her to believe he was getting a gift for his grandmother but he'd gotten it without losing too much of his pride ( Read more... )

Hannibal hadn't really been able to sleep so he'd gone for a walk around the dorms sometime in the wee hours of the morning. He'd left the door to his room cracked so he wouldn't have to sleepily fumble his way back in. Of course, that just gave the little gremlin the prime opportunity to sneak in ( Read more... )

It wasn't like Hannibal had anyplace to be that merited getting out of bed. It wasn't like classes were clamoring for his attention or the frat was demanding an activity. Nope. It was perfectly fine for Hannibal to still be in bed this late ( Read more... )

So, Hannibal really didn't have the excuse of recovering from the weekend not to start practicing this godawful dance. He'd been putting it off and procrastinating but with nothing else to do, he'd slipped the earbuds of his iPod in and actually spent some time listening to the song before trying to mimic the moves he'd seen on the video (which ( Read more... )

After waking up in some dark, cold back alley, Hannibal hadn't immediately come back to the room. First, he'd gone to class and tried to give himself a concussion. After that, he finally did trudge back to his room, already pulling off the dark clothes he'd been wearing and wondering if he'd get sick if he drank all his mouthwash ( Read more... )

A few days from losing his bet with Kate, Hannibal was still a little grumpy about that. In all honesty, he could deal with the losing but he didn't want to deal with the consequence. Of course, he wasn't one to back down from anything which meant he'd have to follow through ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

So, amazingly, Hannibal had remembered that today was an important day. For a guy who barely remembered what day it was during a regular week, he thought that was pretty damn good. He hadn't done anything hugely extravagant for the day but he did have gifts and he'd even made (yes, made) two cupcakes complete with candles. The candles weren't ( Read more... )

Without a class to entertain him, Hannibal was spending today in his room, iPod on full blast while he scrawled down a list of potential birthday gifts. Proving that, once again, he was not good at this sort of thing, the list consisted of various food items, flowers and coupons for hugs. He needed to try harder ( Read more... )

After his class and before the club fair, Hannibal was busy relaxing in his room. He'd done the nap thing, done the shower thing and now he was sitting at his desk, actually scrawling out a few plans for KKG. There was one thing he'd need to do while at the club fair but he figured that'd be easy ( Read more... )