Hannibal’s uniform is a one-piece that buttons shut. Those are the double folds of hidden buttons. (Which makes me a little sad because I was sure it was velcro lol)
His shoes are slip on and he doesn’t have socks. Look at those delicate ankles Mads has, how nice 😀
Do you think he has underwear?
I don’t. I don’t see any pantyline (or whatever we call it on dudes)
And the buttons go down to the centreseam of the crotch, as far as I can tell. We can see from above that they don’t go up the back.
I hope you all appreciate how long I spent staring at his crotch for this information. It was ages. And all totally necessary for…idek science. Let’s go with that. Science.
It does mean that Hannibal would have to unbutton the entire thing if he wanted to poop. Pretty sure there’s no cunning maneuver you can do that would avoid that.
Alana takes his books, his drawings. She takes his bedding. She takes his toilet. And here’s a fun bonus. The toilet is part of the sink. So she took the sink.
Let’s talk about other things she might take. His access to the shower. Access to clean uniforms. A lot of prisons give prisoners new clothing once a week. The rest of the week they wear the same shit every day and wash their underpants etc. in the sink. Which he doesn’t have.
He also seems to be without toilet paper.
Now imagine dragons being stuck in that cell 24/7, in the same jumpsuit every day. I mean, it’s his own smell, but that would get pretty gross after a while. You can’t even wash your hands. Your face. Your armpits. Nothing. N O T H I N G.
Now imagine doing it with Hannibal’s acute sense of smell.
Stardust and Sinew 