yelena.

Snuggles

"Ohhh... Yeah, my story is pretty similar."

Siiiiiips from her beer.

"Oh, you know. I'm a good cook. I make a mean boxed mac and cheese."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Like uh... Criminal Minds! Cool show. Not ehh... Accurate, but what show is, you know?"

She offers her hand.

"I am Yelena."

-"I guess not, but I really hate 'super hero' as a term too. Bleck."

Will was very perceptive. Yelena was pretty proud of her ability to use levity as deflection from herself. Her little smiles and jokes.

Yet he seems to see past them.

"A talent? Like uh... That psychic. John Edwards? Cold reading I think it is called."

She leans back against a bookshelf.

-

"Oh, I get around. I'm a woman of many desired talents.

Where are you from, Sir Cuntsalot?"

"No, you sort of read my mind on that last one~, but I am sort of a .... Somewhat well known uh... Government funded vigilante? Eugh."

"Well. I mean. I have multiple kills under my belt? But it was not driven by... Psychopathy."

That gets a laugh from her.

"Yeah, I'm the princess of Russia."

"Ah damn. I have to work on my reputation..."

She sips her beer.

"How did you know I was a princess?"

"Oh, so my title precedes me..."

"A little late for that."

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"I feel great."

"Oh... That is. Huh. Seems like a pretty unique topic to research. Is that like... Your speciality?

I promise that, yes, while I am Russian, I promise I am not a serial killer."

In the traditional sense.

//!Dkdhdjd lololo

Will, don't eat your glasses???

"Ah."

She rocks on her heels a moment.

"...Wwwwhat are you researching?"

// my replies when my brain is working:
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My replies when brain dead:
... .... ...... ..

Yelena may face the horrors neverending, but still she remains silly.

A little bit.

She reaches out and shakes that hand, confident and warm, her hand rough and strong.

"Nice to meet you, Will. I hope I did not disturb you too much with my compliment, hm?"

Her tone is teasing.

"I know I should not eat them... And yet they tempt me still."

"There are mystery brownies on the counter...."

I am Yelena. Who are *you*, glasses man?

She rolls her eyes.

"Okay yeah as if my request isn't actually the best idea. Pfft."

-Yelena is Pansexual

"I'm cool."

👉🏻😎👉🏻
No problemo.

"All the sweet little gaybies, come to Aunt Yelena, she will treat you with candies and pedicures."

Nice glasses.

Will Graham. INFJ. Lover of dogs and fishing. Currently presumed dead. Hunter of dragons.
The writer is over 30. No minors.
#Hannibal #willgraham #roleplay #hannibalrp #hannibalnbc

Still so salty.

"You can make stock with it. Do not turn your nose up at my chicken butt. Very rude."