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              "Ya should not wonder at all, tha' will only get ya into a random rabbit hole or somethin'." Was responded with a voice that went lower and lower till it was nothing more than a whisper. With a groan did the rather tall man lower his body to support his weight on all fours, eyes narrowed behind a pink veil as they seemingly were searching for something between the grit, leaves and random objects that adorned his garden most of the time.

            "I 'ave a lot of things but I also 'ave nothin' to begin with, it's all a matter of deception, tell me kid, wha' are things? Hmm? Things? I say they are things but ne'er are they stuff!" A huff, body eventually moving so he may sit down on the ground, lips curled up into a cheeky grin. "Ya can 'ave the card but just gimme the card while ya can still 'ave it!"

That man was really an odd one, talking about things without a small piece of sense — but somehow he was an interesting, curious figure and the child wanted to know more about him for no reason at all. Mismatched hues followed the items being dropped on the ground, pale fingers grabbing a playing card as it flew near him. "You have a lot of things in your pockets. I wonder why."

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               "Weird are those tha' call other's weird--it's a well know fact, my dear. Tha' an' the usage of jam to fix a broken fork. Known facts all over! Now, if only I had jam--." And the Hatter will fiddle about, hands reaching into the pockets of his jacket, several items being tossed on the ground varying from simple buttons all the way to butter knives-mumbling words soon followed, the other forgotten as only one thing was on his mind. To find a pot of jam as quickly as possible.

         ”I’m not weird. Not like you.”

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          "Says th' weird one himself! Or are ya half as weird or just triple weird?"

             ”You’re quite a weird man.”

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             A grin soon makes it way onto his lips-rosy irises flickering with that familiar glint, that which showed that reason nor logic would never reach his ears and his mind. Leaning down as the cat was still in a slouched position he straightened his back when the male stood straight-hands finding home on narrow hips, one leg bend a bit so his weight might be supported onto another-heels of boots digging into the soft ground. It had been a long time since he last spotted the Cheshire Cat-at least this one, the other one, well he decided to lock away that memory deep within his being. Living with the fact that in a sense he would never find such a thing again nor bother with such matters anymore, mind focused on his Tea Party and only his Tea Party as it should be. A chuckle, albeit late, due to thoughts being somewhere else. "Ah! No, no. If I would be dropped dead, I bet me corpse would be still runnin' around. Certainly, I am sure. Positively sure! Or no? We just don't know an' it wouldn't matter not as much as any other trivial thin'."

         A dramatic sigh as the male turned on his heels, arms spread wide in a would be hug, to whom, no one knew. "Either way we found each other--which is good! Fer it seems tha' I lost me own little mates somewhere along th' way but no matter, no matter. They always pop up whenever, whenever. As ever as never is possible, they shall be 'ere someday just like me.  They are Tea Party-goers after all, it would be weird if they never ever appeared! Tha' is a big no-no."

                ♘ *▕ ;; Hatters, as Cheshire has come to realize from a rather quick deduction, have all specialized in the most top class of how to be a pain in his arse. There is of course an endearing nostalgia among it all but the feline would rather cut off his tongue than admit it (and he’s already stabbed himself through the tongue rather than kiss the other Hatter in the past). A wrinkle of a nose as he remains in his slouched position - peering up at the other with narrows cerulean hues. The shriek had been an irritation, very much so, but the feline all but chuffed and let the cat ears atop of his head give a small twitch. Eyes to eat. Whomever heard of such a thing. “You wouldn’t be wrong there,” Admitted, “the tea part, I mean.” Now he moved to slowly hoist himself upward - sighing all the while. “And long time no see, Hatter. Here I was thinking you dropped dead somewhere.” Yet Cheshire didn’t seem quite so lucky. 

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            "--!!" And a surprised gasp leaves the Hatter's lips, arms spread wide to maintain balance as the tea cup is placed a top his head. A sway to the left, another to the right and what was that? A hop forward, tea cup still at place. "An' 'ere we see th' great 'Atter wit' a cup on his head. Hoozaah!" He might be enjoying this too much.

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           "It is not? Eh? I thought it would be impolite 'f me not t' stare at ya. Tha's like ignorin' ya existence an' all--the last time I checked tha's RUDE!" Voice reaching a high pitch and as if he realized that he shrieked that very word, hands were immediately raised to cover lips-head shaking as if to apologize in his own way that he was once again too loud. However, instead of moving away the pinklette inched closer-with hands still covering his mouth, words came only as mumbled pieces. "Bwat--I nweed--my eyes... t' eat y'know." A hand lowered to point at the fair skinned male. "Ya are 'onestly th' rudest cat I've ever met. Care fer some--catnip? Or better--some tea. Everyone likes tea even cats, I know cause I am a self-proclaimed know it all! Tha' means I know the know-how 'f thingies."

                ♘ *▕ ;; Alabaster visage contorted into a small scowl despite his sleepy state because that scent pegged him as familiar (no matter how much time he spent apart from everyone). “It is not polite to stare,” He said, voice tired and irksome as a gloved hand rubbed at his own side as if soothing an injury. “so I suggest you cut it off before you end up with no eyes to stare with.”

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            And the Hatter will tip-toe towards the feline, obscured eyes peeking all too curiously at the other. Was it alive? Was it dead? Did he had any sweets on him? Anything worth eating---at all? "--..."

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OUAT 1x17 | Jefferson

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             It is certainly not the best! Honestly death is the better option-because being alive and not having the chance to eat nor drink such delicious things that is horrible! One would wish to be killed immediately! Though never mind the Hatter's opinion he is all about the Tea Party Goodness.

❝❥❞—— We should pick the second one, honestly. That way people won’t have to die and they have to live without cake or tea! That’s the best of both isn’t it~?                          (At least in Ukara’s opinion.)

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           Oh certainly! Whoever dares to say that she is singing some pop music should be decapitated or worse--be denied any sort of tea and cake! Spread the word!!

❝❥❞—— She’s not singing to Pop music by a girl band; what on Earth are you talking about?

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A---h! I will work on it in the upcoming days, deffo. Yes. ;clingsontoforlife