Beach [Wednesday Afternoon]

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It was gloriously warm again. Hannibal liked this place so much better than damned Antarctica. He was not made for snowsuits and boots that choked his ankles.

And he was not made to think about clothing like that, damned Deadpool's class.

Anyway, since his class was done for the day, he was taking full advantage of the warm weather by laying out on the beach, shirt off, sunglasses on and comfortably situated on a dark towel.

There was an orange next to his head and Hannibal had stopped questioning that after more oranges had appeared in his drawers this morning. Weird weird island.

But warm island. Mmm, sun.

[Open beach is open!]

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"Ooooooh." He smiled widely. "Have you tried it on yet?"

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Angela shook her head.

"And there's a second one for you," she added cheerfully. "In our room for whenever you decide to try it out."

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"Aww, you shouldn't have." He tried to smile but it turned into a grimace. "It's not a mini grass skirt?"

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"Regular sized grass skirt," Angela confirmed, her little smirk broadening. "I think it'll suit you."

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"I am so surprised you didn't go for the mini," he teased. "Someone mean like you would."

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Angela shrugged innocently. "What can I say? I was feeling benevolent."

"I can give it a trim if you want?"

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"Hey hey," he said and shook his head. "If I have to wear one, I'm wearing a long one. I have to hide my dignity."