Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Three weeks in, Atton had finally brought some of his own music into the bar. He ignored any pleas from the zombies as he stuffed them into the sound system - if anyone really wanted to do karaoke, they'd figure something out.

Probably. Maybe Atton would just keep the music on.

Anyway, loud Metallica was pounding out the stereo, drowning anything Tino might have tried to say. Atton himself was sitting in the corner of the bar, tapping his foot, fixing himself a juma every now and again.

[[ no ocd, open! ]]

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[sharp_man]

At one point, Hannibal rode in on a bike. He rang the little bell, then rode around the club talking in some strange language, ignoring the Metallica. He rode up the steps on one side of the stage, across it, and down, hopped up to ride down the length of the bar, then landed on the floor and rode back out again.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton blinked.

He slowly reached into his pocket and managed to get out his phone just in time to catch the moment Lecter hit the stairs.

You bet he filmed all of that.

"What in space was that all about?" he wondered as Hannibal left.