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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[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"I don't think it's all that bad, dude. One of my classes, seemed like half my students were animals. A kitten, a rabbit and..." he frowned, "a polar bear, I think. Can't quite remeber the last one there." He shrugged, "Didn't seem to bother them much."

And apparently, he'd also forgotten how Worf!kitty did not seem amused. AT ALL.

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"I...haven't met any former humans, currently students," Hannibal said. "When I do, I plan on laughing."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, most don't seem to mind. There might be one or two out there that may not care for it. Could cause a problem if you laugh at the wrong guy."

Really, really a shame he's forgotten about Worf. Otherwise, Hannibal would be getting a good warning tip right about now.