Disclaimer: I do not own any of Mr. Harris's characters or any of these lyrics.
"I like my town with a little drop of poison; nobody knows their lining up to go insane. I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter, but I feel much cleaner after it rains, and she left in the…"
The voice cut off as she walked into the room, her red/brown hair gleaming in the sun's rays.
"What the hell Lecter…"
He knew he was in trouble when she used their last name.
"Clarice, I can explain, I just…"
"Hannibal, darling, this is the third time this month…I've asked you to stop five times already so I'm giving up this time, but please if you must do this close the curtains before you decide to do it," she paused to take a good look at him.
"You're going to scare someone."
She slowly walked to the bay window of their bedroom, closing the maroon curtains, hiding the contents of the room. "Other than me" she added with a smirk as she walked to the door, her eyes filled with unannounced laughter. She left the room, a grand smile on her face, shutting the door behind herself. Frozen in mid-dance Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter stood in white, blue polka-dotted boxer shorts with no shirt and mid-calf high black socks, the right slightly further down than the other.
In his left hand he held Clarice's brush as though it were a microphone, his hair standing almost stick straight atop his head with a water-gel combo. A soft bead of water slid down his face and onto his bare chest. He began to sing once again into the brush at the top of his lungs causing Clarice, in the other room, to burst out in laughter. "Ahhh, Saturday mornings." She said smiling and clutching her stomach in another burst of laughter.