Sinric slips off his shoes and tucks his feet up under him on the couch.
"Ah, that makes sense. Such a warming drink must belong to a cold place." He reaches out to very gently stroke Hannibal's hair, his motions languid as alcohol and exhaustion kick in.
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Date: 2016-11-05 02:55 pm (UTC)"Ah, that makes sense. Such a warming drink must belong to a cold place." He reaches out to very gently stroke Hannibal's hair, his motions languid as alcohol and exhaustion kick in.