Curls up under Dr. Hannibal Lecter’s desk and snoozes.

DANGEROUS TEACUP WOBBLING ENSUES.

Lights a cigarette oh so cooly with a snap of her fingers—and promptly burns the pad of her thumb—/shit ouch bad idea/.

Crashes through the wall (which somehow remains intact?) and into the floor.

👁👄👁

Stretches like a cat that’s been lying in a spot of sun for too long, running her fingers through tresses of ash white hair with a little yawn.

“....” Covers her head with a pillow. “Fuck, I hate company parties.”

Smokes. Sneezes. Continues smoking.

“I could use a drink. Or, preferably, the whole fuckin bottle.”

Blinks. “That’ll work.” Daintily(?) knocks them back.

“Morality doesn’t exist. Only morale.” Psychiatrist. Surgeon. Chef. K̶i̶l̶l̶e̶r̶. C̶a̶n̶n̶i̶b̶a̶l̶. Connoisseur of the finer things in life. —— #MVRP #AURP #OpenRP #DetailedRP #HannibalRP #OutlastRP #CMRP #CrimeRP #HorrorRP #Hannibal #Fannibals ↓

Gender-bender, cis-tem offender.

“I like it rough but my lentils tender~”

Relatable. "I like my rice fluffy and soft, but my men har—"

“Kindly.”

Sneezes.

Squeaks. “W-who me?”

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