Hannibal is surprised to see Will holding a parmesan wheel on his doorstep.
Will: Now you can make carbonara
Hannibal: Could have made carbonara with less than a wheel, darling. You shouldn't have bothered with carrying that.
Will: But yesterday you told me you needed a whole wheel.
Hannibal: I did not, I only told you that I need you to get me parmesan.
Will: Darling, I quote your exact words "On your way here, could you get me some parmesan wheel?"
Hannibal nods to himself as he realizes where the confusion is coming from.
"That's what you understood. However, what I said was "On your way here, could you get me some parmesan, Will?"
They are looking dumbly at each other.
"But, I do appreciate it. One can never own enough parmesan."
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noirpunk headcanons :~)
they’re my sleep paralysis demons (IVE ADDED MORE)
Hobie’s hands are always cold, Peter’s hands are always warm, enough said.
Peter is just obsessed with Hobie’s hair and piercings, cause you don’t see a lot of that in his world, and then bam this man shows up
He’ll like politely ask to touch one of the piercings or his hair, and will be the happiest man alive when Hobie lets him
Hobie can most definitely be affectionate and flirt normally, he just won’t. He’ll say the most random shit that somehow makes an ounce of sense
OR something absolutely vile, sultry, and down bad to Peter just to play it off with an expression that just looks like ‘:)’
Peter is absolutely flabbergasted, but it never shows, he just stands there and feels his mind just turn to white noise and internal screaming
Hobie almost always wears platforms, but he will never wear anything else in front of Peter because of how unnaturally tall he is
Hobie’s also giant but like…
Peter is humongous
They’re both cat people, but Peter is the type to see a stray cat, glance around, then pick it up, put it in his trench coat pocket, and take it home
Hobie sneaks in at the most random times, and just flash bangs Peter in the middle of the night as he stands in the kitchen and rummages through the cabinets
Hobie cannot cook for shit
Meanwhile Peter is a 5 star chef, man wife material
Whenever Peter cooks for Hobie it goes something like this
“Love, I can’t eat this.”
“And why may that be?”
“It’s too pretty..”
“Hobie.”
“I wanna frame it.”
“Eat the damn sandwich.”
Hobie also says the most out of pocket, 2000s and/or British slang ever, just to mess with Peter because he knows damn well he would not understand it
Peter’s handwriting is flawless, elegant, very neat, and nice to look at. Hobie’s handwriting looks like chicken scratch, third grader writing.
Peter is one of the few who can actually read that writing, like someone can look over his shoulder and see nothing but scribbles while Peter is smiling and giggling because he knows what it says
Hobie has no shame, he is the definition of the type of partner who would say “excuse me, asked for no pickles.”
Peter, on the other hand, is an over thinker. He gets embarrassed easily, and hides his face when he is so, either with his hands, collar, hat, or literally anything he can
Peter is better at smooth talk in private, better when he’s alone with Hobie rather than in public
Hobie doesn’t mind where, he’s always been good at flirting, but like I said, he just does it differently
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