"More tea, Checkers?" He poured the cup into the teapot, and passed the younger boy the latter. "Becareful! It is mightery hot!" The boy looked at him, although he did not speak. He had grown accustom to March and all of the crazy things he did. In his eyes - this was a much more sane option to drink the hot liquid out of, compared to other times he had witnessed. "SUGAR?!?" The boy shook his head. "HONEY??! MUSTARD?!?" Again, he declined. "Good." March grinned, but slammed his hand heavily onto the table as he did. "Mustard with tea, how absurd! Who would dare have mustard with tea?!" The boy - Checkers, as March decided he should be called today, he did not speak. He never spoke. And he had grown accustom to March's mannerisms, this included his temper. The boy shook his head continuously until he had hoped March had realised that he did not want the mustard in his tea; nor the honey, or the sugar.
As usual, March had a somewhat little tantrum after he had poured Checkers' tea. He sat back down after this little fiasco, in which he had thrown perhaps one or two bits of crockery at the wall. Although they didn't smash, they never smashed. Not anymore. They were plastic - resemblance to tupper-ware as some would say. This would usually frustrated the madman more, but he was in the company of one much younger than himself and possibly due to the high amounts of medication he had to take each day, he knew not to get too frustrated in his company.
"Now, where were we? AH YES! A saucer for your tea is a must, dear Checkers! Have you tried a saucer with your tea before?!" The boy shook his head.
"Ah, I see how it is not. You must!" March proceeded by an attempt of shoving the blue, plastic plate into the young boy's mouth, in which he declined with a sturdy grip of his teeth, denying entrance. March's eyes widened as he pursed his lips and threw the saucer onto the white surfaced floor. "AH, I overstand, young Tallywagon! You seashore, these saucers have no crunch! I am unallowed the saucers with a crunch! A mighty crunch that fleeks horror in the nurses! You must try it, Checkers. You must try the saucers with a crunch. The treacle from the inside adds a much more flavoranswerum taste. BUT NO MUSTARD!" The boy nodded, eyes wide open as he did.Â
He wasn't scared of March, they were friends in a twisted way. You had to make friends in the asylum, it was the only way to get through the day in some inmates eyes. But March missed his best friend; the greatest friend anyone could ever have. One who was just as sane as he was. And although the boy wasn't him, he would have to do, for now.
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