Nov 29, 2016
@dappercobblepot
“ Mr. Cobblepot. “
He feigns surprise with such ease, sitting fully upright and setting down his pencil first, scalpel second as he pushes himself to his feet politely when the other male fully enters the room.
Hannibal had known long before he caught sight of him that it was Oswald. He could hear his steps, the odd gait, the misshapen weight distribution from bones never quite aligned, he could smell the overwhelming cologne that seemed to be an attempt to drown out overactive sweatglands.
It was a displeasing scent. But he’d grown used to it.
“ I do suppose you are aware that you’re quite a few minutes early. “
