#sourceofclarity

Will stared at Alana, frozen and unblinking. “I… Uhm…” He coughed, trying to make sense of the matter. “Thought you were on the pill.” He mumbled, looking to the floor. “Shit.” He looked up at her with wide eyes. Things between them were already messy… This was just insane. 

Name: Dr. Margaret Thompson Age: 29 Gender: Female Big/little spoon: Little spoon Favorite movie: The last one I remember seeing was...The Lord of the Rings Favorite band: The Beatles Is it okay if I fall asleep: But of course Are kisses allowed: I insist Are pants required: ...we will see ;) When are you available for cuddles: Any time you are free. My place or yours: Either works Will you play with my hair: As you sleep

"Hi... don't I know you from somewhere?"

Margaret squirmed a little from being so uneasy. She did not like being in the dark like this...literally and figuratively. She was just lost: being tossed around here and there to meet new co-workers, trying to get adapted to the new environments compared to her home in New York City. It was quite the rush...something she hoped she could be used to in the future. All she knew how was that the good doctor was waiting for her...odd that Jack never told her what type of doctor Hannibal was.

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*Will took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes tiredly, before knocking on Hannibal’s office, earlier than he was expected, but he really needed space to think and talk things through with Hannibal before Jack came looking for him, which he knew he would be soon enough, after waking up to a particularly gruesome murder down the beach, where three female victims had been skinned, their female genitalia cut of and placed beside them, as they were stood over a large cauldron, with a skull placed on a pike next to them… a clear theatrical reference to Macbeth and Hamlet, two of Shakespere’s most performed plays… even as thoughts of this serial murder ran through Will’s head, he zoned out completely lost in his own thoughts as he stood outside Hannibal’s office…*

William always sat by himself, crowds caused him to go into panic attacks, as did touching and eye contact. When the teachers questioned him in front of class he could manage a whispered stutter at best.  Thankfully he was now in the canteen with a good book at his side, again his depressed mother had forgotten he needed money for lunch this semester and simply never sent him any, so he sat there, his stomach growling, too prideful to grovel and to shy to ask for change.

*Will took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes tiredly, before knocking on Hannibal’s office, earlier than he was expected, but he really needed space to think and talk things through with Hannibal before Jack came looking for him, which he knew he would be soon enough, after waking up to a particularly gruesome murder down the beach, where three female victims had been skinned, their female genitalia cut of and placed beside them, as they were stood over a large cauldron, with a skull placed on a pike next to them… a clear theatrical reference to Macbeth and Hamlet, two of Shakespere’s most performed plays… even as thoughts of this serial murder ran through Will’s head, he zoned out completely lost in his own thoughts as he stood outside Hannibal’s office…*