Hannibal Lecter was not in a particularly good mood. He was on the last leg of his shift in the infirmary and was having to deal with his very least favorite patient. This patient, a round little bolian man named Franklin, always seemed to be injuring himself in one way or another. Always during Hannibal's shifts, when there was next to no one else being treated. Hannibal was forced to give him his full attention, an incredibly dull task.
"I have a friend coming to visit soon." Franklin was saying, he was always talking about things Hannibal didn't care about.
"It is always good to be seeing friends." Hannibal mused as he guided a dermal regenerator over the burn Franklin had received from trying to get the replicator in his room working. Or so he said.
"It is," the bolian agreed, "I'd like you to meet him. He's a cardassian musician, I know you have a taste for music."
"That I do. What sort of instrument does your friend play." The doctor was not particularly interested in meeting this individual. If he was someone significant in the musical community then Hannibal would more than likely already know him and those sorts of people did not befriend pathetic individuals like Franklin.
"He's recently taken up the earth cello," Franklin bubbled happily, "Although, he plays more instruments than I could name."
"He sounds very talented."
"He is. Do you play any instruments, doctor?" Oh, Franklin, always with the prying.
"I do, though I have not performed in some time." He'd always had a fondness for music, though it had always taken a back seat to some of his other interests and Hannibal had many interests.
"Ah, I'm sure that you're a wonderful performer. What do you play?" Franklin had a hopelessly adoring look on his face.
"Among other things, the earthen harpsichord." The harpsichord was only his most recent musical favorite. He'd seen one in a museum while he was away to a medical conference and had liked it enough to learn to play.
Hannibal wished the conversation would stop there, letting him muse about his musical interests. He was nearly done with the regeneration, but his patient just kept going on and on about things that didn't matter.
"I was never very musically gifted, I always admired those who were. I'd love to hear you preform sometime." The man looked painfully hopeful.
"As much as I would love to show off, I am a very busy man."
"Oh no," Franklin attempted to backpedal, "I understand completely. I'm sure you have much better things to do."
Hannibal hummed, "Well, I think you are good to go then, Mister Froideveaux."
"Oh," the blue annoyance looked down at his perfectly healed arm. "Well, I should be going then." He lingered.
"Until next time, Franklin."
"Yes," the man grinned, "Until then." He stood slowly and made his way out the door. Only then did Hannibal allow himself a tired sigh as he gathered up his things for the evening.
Hannibal walked to his quarters at a rather slow pace and quickly found rest in his quarters. He slept through a majority of the next day, he did not dream. When he finally ventured out again, it was to go to a social event, one which he had been greatly looking forward to.
He walked with purpose through the narrow halls, stopping only when he saw Will Graham drifting through the crowd on the promenade.
"Will," Hannibal called out to him in pleasant surprise.
Will's heads snapped up, startled, but seeing it was Hannibal, he relaxed slightly, turning his attention to the doctor. "Doctor Lecter."
"What brings you out at this hour?" Hannibal enquired, walking closer.
"My room was feeling a little constricting. I wanted to get out of there for a bit," Will's eyes shifted nervously about like he was keeping an eye out for something. Hannibal wondered if perhaps he was experiencing some sort of hallucination that he had neglected to bring up in their sessions. They tended to talk about a lot of things that did not have to do with Will's mental health, but Hannibal felt that they were making progress all the same and even if they weren't, Hannibal liked listening to him talk. He was certainly willing to risk Will's health if he could keep him talking.
Hannibal raised an eyebrow. "I am doubting that the promenade gives you much relief."
Will sighed, "No, walking through the Jeffries tubes is a little better. There aren't as many people in there."
"You shouldn't be back there, Will." Hannibal found the idea of Will crawling around in the inner workings of the station somehow amusing.
"I received permission from Beverly Katz, so I think that means I can do whatever I want." His mouth turned up, apparently Miss Katz had made a good impression.
"If I might make a recommendation, I find that the holodecks can be a source of much escape, although you will have to sign up through Freddie Lounds."
Will grimaced slightly at the mention of the orion woman. "Hm, I might do that. I didn't realize this station was large enough to warrant commercial holodecks."
"Miss Lounds paid out of pocket for them."
"What better way to snoop than to look through what their fantasies are," Will snorted.
"Indeed." Hannibal's eyes flicked to a nearby time piece. He still had time, he was reluctant to leave this man.
"Do you have somewhere to be, doctor?" Will asked, seeing his movement.
"Yes, there is actually an event going on in holodeck one this evening. Klingon opera, a distinct pleasure of mine. I would encourage you to go as well, you've never seen opera until you've seen it preformed by Klingons."
Will chuckled, "I don't think so, I don't really have an opinion on opera, but I very much dislike being trapped in rooms with a lot of people."
"And not the sort of people operas attract?" Hannibal couldn't help but smile.
"Exactly, no offense intended of course." Will smiled sheepishly.
Hannibal smiled. "Well, I can certainly understand that, though I am disappointed, I will somehow find the courage to carry on."
"And if you find yourself lacking of that courage?"
"Then, as the Klingons say, today is a good day to die."
Will laughed, "Hopefully it doesn't come to that."
"Agreed. Well, I shall be off then. Have a pleasant evening, Will. Try to get some sleep."
"I will try."
Hannibal could see that the empath had no intention of sleeping that night. He was trying to wander away from his dreams, a very difficult task. Maybe it would be best to encourage him to look deeper into those dreams. It would certainly be interesting, if nothing else.
Pleased at having seen Will, Hannibal made his way to the holodecks. He arrived early enough to be settled in before the show. The performance was excellent, there was always something better about having real singers rather than holographic ones. There was one unfortunate thing, however. It seemed that Franklin had worked out that he would be there and had his eyes glued to him throughout the performance. It was a slight annoyance that ticked at the back of Hannibal's mind, but he didn't allow it to interfere with his enjoyment of the excellent music.
Hannibal was the first to stand for the standing ovation and chatted with the singers after the performance was finished.
The doctor had a conflicting opinion on Klingons. At times they could be frightfully rude by Hannibal's standards. They had a tendency toward violence and were often difficult to deal with. But they honored their own code, something which Hannibal could appreciate.
During the reception, Hannibal was finally approached by Franklin who had been unabashedly staring at him for who knew how long.
"Doctor, what a pleasure seeing you here," the bolian said as if it were a coincidence.
"Franklin, and I presume this must be the friend you spoke of." There was a thin cardassian man beside him with a half smirk on his face.
"Franklin couldn't keep his eyes on the performance," the man grinned, "Tobias Budge."
"Hannibal Lecter," Hannibal smiled a somewhat stretched smile. "And how did you find the performance, as a musician yourself?"
"Wonderful, I–"
"I thought it was exquisite," Franklin inserted. "The range of that first woman was incredible!" He went off on a rambling explanation of how glorious he thought it was, grating on Hannibal's nerves all the while, but he made a show of nodding along as he looked over the cardassian out of the corner of his eye. There was the look of a man who knew far too much for his own good in him. Not to be trusted, that one.
It was far too late when Hannibal finally managed to escape. He let out a long suffering sigh, disappointed that the evening had ended on a sour note. Perhaps it would be best if Franklin would disappear, the idea was more than appealing. The last disappearance had so long ago, before Will had arrived on the station. He'd just been too preoccupied to set it up and he had a rather large stock regardless.
He was curious how Will would act in the face of one of these disappears. He would certainly appreciate the lengths that he went to set them up. Fooling the computer system was no small feat, after all. He would always set himself an alibi, rig the computer to locate his life signs away from where he actually was and sneak around after his pray. Taking down the individual was easy, one hypospray to the neck and they were out for the count. Transporting the body was another tricky matter. The only way to do it without being caught outright was to drag it through the Jeffries tubes. He'd always check to make sure no one was scheduled to be working anywhere along the way, and he'd never been seen, but he had a device that could wipe memories just in case. He may or may not have stolen that technology, the Federation would love to get their hands on it.
Once he had the body in his quarters, he would decide how to kill it. Most times he would do it without waking the individual, fear spoiled the meat and the meat was what it was all about.
Hannibal had a preference for cardassian meat, but there were relatively few cardassians who passed through. Mostly, he had to take bajorans or humans. He preferred humans, but they all did the job. He would strip the body of its meats and package them away in his freezer. He would clean the bones and pour the excess into the matter collector to be repurposed by the replicator. In that way, everyone on the station was enjoying Hannibal's talent. He would keep the bones, however, he had a certain place he liked to keep them, it was a little hobby of his. He was hoping that Will would be the one to find it. He would enjoy that very much.
Hannibal ceased his musing when he spotted the dark curly hair of Will Graham and thought that there still might be time for improvement on his mood yet.
"Still seeking the quiet, William?" Hannibal said, wandering closer. The corridor was empty, leading down to the civilian quarters he must have been on his way out of his room.
"I can't sleep, there are voices in the walls." Will didn't look Hannibal's way, but he turned his body slightly.
"Is your medication not working?" Hannibal's brow creased. Will was on the edge of distress, Hannibal wished that he had the means to make him panic at that very moment. He would enjoy watching Will destroy himself.
The betazoid shook his head, "I'm just not used to sleeping around so many people. I'll get used to it. How was the opera?"
"Excellent, just as I had hoped," Hannibal crafted a perfect smile.
Will was not taken in by his half truth. "But?"
"Ah, those opera types can get a bit tedious I'm afraid," Hannibal smiled, "Even I must admit it at times."
Will snorted, "Which is why I tend to avoid them. It makes life much simpler."
"Indeed, but then I would have missed a wonderful performance. I believe it is worth the trouble for that."
"Well, then you have a higher tolerance for discomfort than I do," Will muttered.
Hannibal wondered if that were really true. He did exercise extreme restraint at times, but Will existed in a constant state of unease.
"I would say that I am just better at interacting with people than you," Hannibal decided.
"It doesn't take much to accomplish that," Will shrugged, "Well, it was good to see you doctor again, but I think I'd better get back to my wandering now."
"I do hope you wander into some restfulness, Will."
"As do I. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Hannibal said as he bade farewell to Will for the second time that night. The interaction was relatively short and simple, but it still managed to elevate Hannibal's mood. He would have brought Will back to his room to fix him something to eat, but he wanted to choose something special for them to dine on that first time, he didn't want to scrounge something up. Hannibal Lecter did not scrounge.
XxxX
Will was twitching more than usual, the lack of sleep made his movements clunky. When he tried to stand he wavered. It was the end of one of his sessions with Doctor Lecter and he was attempting to leave.
"Are you alright, Will?" Hannibal asked, letting a touch of worry color his tone.
"Just tired," the empath tried to wave him off.
Hannibal frowned, "Have you eaten yet?"
Will looked down at his hands like they could provide the answer for him. "I think the last time I ate was at oh-nine hundred."
"You shouldn't neglect your body like that," the doctor sighed, "I insist that you stay for dinner."
Will was too exhausted to be surprised. "Do you have dinner with all your patients, doctor?"
"Only those who forget the value of a good meal." Hannibal gave him a pointed look.
Will let out a little huff, "Fine, I'll stay."
"In that case, we will talk while I cook." Hannibal walked over to his kitchen and began to prepare his supplies. He knew exactly what he was going to make, he'd already planned it out, he'd only been looking for an excuse.
Will followed after a delay, he pulled up a chair and sat that the bar where he had a view of the kitchen. "I'd offer to help, but I grew up on replicator food."
"I find that replicator food does not compare with fresh food," Hannibal tutted.
"That may be true, I've never paid much attention to what I put in my mouth." He tended to eat his food rather mechanically. He'd been a picky eater as a child and had adapted to eating things he didn't like by not tasting them.
"You'll want to pay attention to this," Hannibal assured him.
"I think I will." There was something significant about Hannibal cooking for him, even though Will didn't really understand it. He just got a feeling about it.
There was a lull of pleasant silence as Hannibal went about his work. "We should give Abigail a call," Hannibal suggested.
Will nodded and went to retrieve his PADD. Abigail should be in her room, just after dinner. He sent Abigail a transmission which she picked up almost immediately.
"Will," she said, a little surprised that only Will was in the frame.
"And Hannibal," Will turned the PADD to show Hannibal where he was preparing the food. He stumbled over the doctor's name. It didn't feel right to call him by his title of Doctor like this. This felt outside the lines of professionalism. A bit too familiar. Hannibal made no comment, merely gave the camera a little wave.
"You're having dinner together?" Abigail observed.
"I have dinner with only the most interesting of individuals, I thought it time Will made the list," Hannibal grinned.
"I'm honored," Will snorted.
"So, how have you been Abigail?" Hannibal asked as he began to chop up some sort of vegetable.
"Good." She hesitated.
"Something wrong?" Will asked, slightly concerned. Abigail had a tendency to be rather open about everything that happened at the hospital, that she would hold something back was concerning.
Abigail looked down at her hands. "One of the other patients is the cousin of one of the girls my dad killed."
Hannibal turned fully toward the PADD, knife still in his hand. "Have they been bothering you?"
"No, just glaring and making me feel guilty."
"Abigail..." Will began.
"I know," she shifted uncomfortably, "It's just... I want to go home. Or I at least don't want to be here."
"Soon enough you'll be out," Hannibal assured her.
"You don't know that. They won't say how long they're keeping me. I just feel so stuck," she said miserably, "I'm stewing in what happened here, no one will let me forget about it."
"They want you to move on, Abigail, they know what they're doing," Hannibal argued lightly.
"Or they could be keeping me trapped her in order to experiment on my brain," she rolled her eyes.
Will kept his mouth firmly shut.
"If that were the case then we would have no choice but to come rescue you," Hannibal smiled.
"Then I'm positive that's what they're doing. I'd like to be rescued now, please."
"I'm afraid that we will need some hard evidence before moving to such measures."
"You're only saying that because you don't think you can do it. I think I'd like to know how you would plan to break me out," the bajoran girl challenged.
"Well, the easiest method would be to lie and say that I was authorized to take you back to the station," Hannibal said.
"That's not very exciting, Doctor," Will shook his head.
"How would you do it then, Will?" Abigail wondered.
"I'd go to your facility and pretend to be interested in letting them do tests on me. I'd subtly question them about how the faculty operated and what it's weak points were. They wouldn't be able to lie to be because I would go with only a low dose of my medication. Then I'd go off planet for a day and pretend to consider what I'd seen. That's when I would stage the heist."
"I like your plan better," Abigail laughed, "Would Doctor Lecter join you?"
"I'm afriad I would insist on joining," Hannibal spoke apologetically.
"The more help, the better the chance of success. I'd be good to get a one up on an institution," Will glowered.
"What do you have against institutions?" Abigail asked.
"Before my medication was developed, I was placed in one."
"Did you ever try to escape?"
"I tried," Will huffed, "The closest I ever got to an escape was when the test meds they put me on sent me into a manic state. I stabbed an orderly with fork and managed to open a wall panel where I then proceeded to lose myself inside the walls of the building like some sort of pest. It took them hours to get me out."
"Was it worth it?" Abigail asked grimly.
Will shrugged, "At the time I was too out of my mind to enjoy it. Looking back though, I'm glad I did it."
"Abigail, I hope it goes without saying that you should not attempt any such action," Hannibal said in a light but threatening tone.
"I'd never dream of it," the girl rolled her eyes but Will had a feeling that she only did it because Hannibal's back was turned.
They talked a while longer, it was pleasant conversation. Will wished that she was actually there with them. The transmission was finally ended when Hannibal had finished the meal. This all felt oddly domestic to Will, but while it did feel a little strange, it was not uncomfortable strange.
Will soon found himself staring at a plate full of something beautiful that he couldn't for the life of him identify. It was some sort of meat coated in a dark red sauce along with a side of something that looked like mashed potatoes but was bright blue. There was an assortment of greenery around it, paired with a variety of different vegetables.
"What is this?" Will asked hesitantly. He did not find himself often intimidated by food, but it was so well put together that he was afraid to touch it and ruin the aesthetic. It looked more like decoration than actual food.
"It is–" the cardassian began.
"No, wait," Will interrupted numbly, "I won't understand anyway. Just tell me were it's from."
Hannibal was obviously amused. "It is a romulan dish."
"Huh," Will stared at his plate, "If only we had some romulan ale to go with it."
"As a doctor I feel I must say that I never endorse drinking romulan ale," Hannibal chuckled.
Will's expression turned pensive. "I've only had it once and I was so drunk afterward that I nearly stumbled into a plasma beam."
The doctor looked unsurprised, there was nothing more potent then romulan ale. "What were you doing around a plasma beam?"
"I was crawling around in the Jeffries tubes for some reason. I must have gotten lost and started poking around at the ships inner workings. I barely remember it, there is defiantly a reason that that stuff is illegal." It was even stronger than klingon blood wine and that was saying something.
"Well, I for one am glad that you did not stumble into that plasma beam," Hannibal nodded.
"As am I."
"However," Hannibal paused, "I may or may not have a bottle of a certain blue liquid, if you were interested."
"Doctor," Will grinned, "I'm sure you're aware of how serious a crime that is."
"Would you like me to retrieve that liquid, Will?" He did not wait for a response as he rose to retrieve it.
"I'd like that very much," Will smiled back.
Hannibal poured the two of them flutes of romulan ale, as blue as the sea and strong as a klingon.
Hannibal raised his glass of ale took a sip, thus beginning the meal.
The food was amazing. Were it not horribly rude, Will probably would have licked his plate clean.
"If you can cook like that, I don't see why you bother with all this doctor stuff." Will sighed happily. He'd finished his glass and looked like he was under threat of falling out of his chair. He'd not meant to find himself in this state. Such a little amount of ale went so far and after a few mouthfuls and drinking the whole glass seemed like an amazing idea.
"While I do enjoy cooking, I also enjoy my job as a doctor." Hannibal was still nursing his glass, no obvious signs of intoxication.
"Really? You don't think people are... tedious?" Will could hardly understand the appeal of interacting with so many people regularly.
"I admit that some are tedious, but others less so." Hannibal gave a smile that insinuated that he was currently in the presence of one who was not so tedious.
"Who's the worst patient you've ever had?" Will couldn't help but ask. His mouth was moving faster than his brain at the moment and therefore did not consider the concept of doctor patient confidentiality.
"I will not speak ill of my patients, William," Hannibal said simply.
Will's eyes narrowed. "I bet you have a secret list of people in your head. Everyone who's ever wronged you all filed away in your brain. You seem like one of those people who holds silent grudges."
Hannibal chuckled, "Then I suppose I should advise you not to get on my bad side."
"I don't intend to do that," he faltered, "Or uh, not do that. Words are hard, but you don't give me those weird looks other people give me, which is nice. Then again, you could just be judging me in you head, I'd never know."
"I assured you, Will, that I very much enjoy your company." For what it was worth, he at least sounded sincere.
"Even when I'm more drunk than I really should be?" Will smiled sheepishly.
"Even then," Hannibal agreed.
"Well," Will sat up straighter, "Then I say that you should follow my intoxicated lead because you're making me feel self conscious about my coherency and I'd like to see the clean cut and proper Doctor Lecter drunk." Event imagining a drunk Hannibal was enough to make Will giggle rather embarrassingly.
Hannibal made no move to lift his glass. "As much as I'd like to indulge, Will, I do have to work early tomorrow and it would not due to be hungover dealing with patients. Perhaps another time."
Will scoffed, "That seems like a pretty weak excuse to me seeing as you could just cure that hangover with a hypospray. I think you just don't want to let someone see you out of control."
"And why wouldn't I want that?"
"I don't know, you're a... brain doctor guy. You tell me," Will rubbed his face. "Oh god, I think my brain just stopped working. I need a doctor. Help."
"Well, then under my authority as a 'brain doctor guy', I would advise you to cease your drinking and perhaps retire for the night."
Will sighed, "Yeah, probably good advice." He stood slowly, wobbling a little bit as he did so. Hannibal stood as well, standing near to Will just in case he happened to fall over.
"You're welcome to stay here for the night if you wish," Hannibal offered.
Will shook his head. "No, I can't sleep around other people. I don't like when they're awake when I'm asleep."
"Why is that?" the doctor asked, his tone slipping into something a little more professional.
"I don't know, they could be doing anything and I'd never know," the betazoid grimaced.
"Do you ever find yourself watching other people's dreams when then sleep?" Hannibal wondered.
"That used to be the only part of this bullshit I actually didn't loath as a kid," Will laughed, "People dream of some really strange things. It's like seeing a really weird movie."
"Is it not as overpowering as normal thought?"
"No, it's much calmer. Unless it's a nightmare, in which case the whole thing is horrible." He'd witnessed quite a few nightmares and they were almost as paralyzing as his own were. Almost.
"Intriguing."
"Yeah, fantastic." Will rolled his eyes.
"And what do you dream of, William?"
"Are we engaging in drunk psychiatry now, doctor? I'm not sure that's... Ah, what's the word? It means not so good. Against the rules. Dammit..."
"Moral?" the Cardassian offered.
"Maybe, but that doesn't sound right for some reason. Whatever, it doesn't matter. My dreams are all nightmares," Will groaned.
"What sort of nightmares?"
"What do you mean, what sort?" Will scoffed, "The scary sort, that's what sort. I wake up in a pool of sweat every night, it feels disgusting. I think at least sometimes it's because my brain branches out in my sleep and I can't control it. I unconsciously tap into other people's heads and they influence my dreams. Then other times I think it's all me."
"Which ones are more frightening?"
"My own dreams, because I know I can't blame them on someone else."
"Why would you want to blame someone else?"
"Because sometimes they're disturbing and I don't want to think that I think about those sorts of things."
"Do you ever see those sorts of things outside your dreams?"
"I– What are you insinuating?" Will's squinted at the doctor, "I'm not crazy. I mean, I am, but not that sort of crazy."
"You've never experienced any sort of visual or auditory hallucinations?"
Will folded his arms over his chest and turned his head like a child, "No, I haven't."
"That is very good to hear, I would hope you would come to me if you ever did experience such events. I'd like to think we are becoming friends, Will. As a doctor and as a friend, I worry for your health."
Will shifted uncomfortably, "Thanks, I guess. At least someone's on my side."
"Insinuating that there are people against you."
"I wouldn't say that a lot of people are actively against me, they just aren't on my side," Will shrugged, "I've never been much for friends. People get freaked out when I start mirroring them. So, you can cross paranoia off the long list of issues I have."
"I am glad to hear that you are thinking rationally."
"I am not thinking rationally right now, I'm really thinking about conjoined twins that are different two species because your neighbor is apparently an idiot and doesn't know how genetics work." Will glared at the wall to his right.
"Good to know."
"Yeah, now I should really go. It's not to far to my room."
"Still, I feel that I should probably assist you."
"I'm fine," Will said even as he tripped over his own feet. Hannibal steadied him by placing his hands on his shoulders. "Then again, not sure I can't walk straight."
The trip to Will's room was quiet as Will had to use all his focus not to fall on his face. At the door he turned to thank Hannibal.
"Thanks for dinner, Hannibal,," he said with a slow tongue, "You're amazing at food, and talking, and stuff. S'nice."
"It was a pleasure to have you, William. Although maybe next time we should have something a little less alcoholic." Doctor Lecter smiled apologetically.
"No, next time you have to get drunk and I stay sober, it's only fair."
"We shall see," he smiles, "Goodnight, Will."
Will scoffed, "What, you're not even going to kiss me goodnight? What kind of gentleman are you?"
Hannibal raised an eyebrow, "Do you expect me do kiss you?"
Will made a face, "No, it's– it's an earth thing. It's like a stereotypical– Just forget it, I'll shut up. Goodnight, Doctor Lecter."
"Goodnight, Will."
XxxX
When Will awoke the next morning his t-shit was soaked with sweat and he was heaving for air. His head screamed with pain from both the killer hangover of romulan ale as well as the openness of his mind. He'd waited too long to take his medication.
Realizing this, Will attempted to lift himself from the bed, but his stomach rolled in protest and he flopped back down. Fighting the urge to curl up not move, he rolled toward the right edge of the bed. He kept a hypo full of medicine in his bedside table for situations just like this.
He reached a shaky had into the drawer to retrieve his relief. In his haste, he caught the edge of the device on the lip of the drawer and it went flying across the room. The noise startled Winston, who had been sleeping beside him.
Groaning, Will stared after the small object longingly. He tried again to sit up and his head swam violently as black dots prickled his vision. He laid back for a moment and let his vision clear. One more try and only then he would give up and call for help.
With sudden force, Will found himself on his feet. He stumbled, the ground was at an angle and shadows spun into strange shapes. The station felt like it was tipping. When his head hit the ground the pain reverberated through his skull and he felt like he was dying. Luckily, the sensation only lasted a few minutes before he was forced back into unconsciousness.
XxxX
A/N: I hate the scene where Hannibal is the first one to stand and clap. It makes me so uncomfortable, that would stress me out so much. Of all the things in Hannibal that could make me squirm, that scene takes the cake.
So, I've actually finished writing this whole story by now. It's like 12 chapters long. Not sure how I feel about it :/ meh. But I'll update once a month probably.
Oh and I keep forgetting. If you're interested, my tumblr is opens-up-4-nobody just if you're interested ;-)
Thanks.