Room 403 [Monday, Evening]

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There were probably productive and useful things Angela should be doing on a Monday evening... homework, or applications for art schools... Something.

Instead, she was sprawled across the middle of the bed behind her laptop. There were things. Really, really adorable things that required her attention.

Just because she couldn't actually have one

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"Doing homework?" Hannibal asked after wandering through the door with a bag of food in one hand. "It's either that or something dirty."

Or he was completely off the mark. Still, there was a chance he could have been right.

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A chance... but a fairly low one.

"What makes you think that?"

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"Took a guess," he said, heading to his desk to set his things down. "Either you're being a nerd or you're being...dirty."

Yeah, he didn't know. It was one of those silly moods.

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"You wish I was being dirty," she corrected for him. "And I'm not."