Why is a Raven like a writing desk?

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Hurry Home to Tea: Open

“No, I can’t do it,” Mars seemed to say to the air, he looked stressed out, picking at his nail beds and every once in awhile wrapping his arms around his torso, “Don’t you know they’ll get me…they’re everywhere, you stupid bunny…” he seemed to jump, bristling at some unseen force, “I-sorry, you’re not stupid, I won’t say it again…” he backed into a wall and looked wildly around, shadow figures, they circled him, muttering in what he knew to be backwards talk, closing in on him, “NO!” he took off like a streak down the hallway and into the first closet he could get open, the growls of bandy-snatches outside the door, knowing that they had called them, he pressed himself against the wall and stared at the door, wide eyed as the sound of feet scampered around outside, “GO AWAY,” he held the door, bracing his feet against the door and holding the knob as it tried to turn in his hand, “I’m not doing it! You can’t make me! G’away!” he pulled tight against the doorknob, before it sprung open and he was thrown into the corner, he covered his ears with his hands and started screaming some kind of rhyme, “ Sisters and brothers, little Maid? There stands the Inspector at thy door:” his speech sped up as he shook his head between the block he had made with his hands around his ears, “Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four.“ he felt a hand on his knee and started screaming the rhyme louder,"Kind words are more than coronets, she said, and wondering looked at me, It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea.” he flinched away from the touch again, “STOP TOUCHING ME THEY CAN’T HAVE ME! I WON’T DO IT EITHER! THEY CALLED THEM! They…called…them…they’re there, I can’t…we can’t get away…I-tipped it,” he mouthed the last bit, finally looking at the person who’d came in…

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Tarrant looked back into Mars face. He carefully lifted his hand from Mars. “Its going to be ok Mars. I won’t let them take you.” Tarrant had been passing by when he had heard Mars yelling from inside the closet. He couldn’t see what Mars was seeing but he believed it to be real. After all he saw things to sometimes. 

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Tarrant nodded. “I understand. When I am working on possible hat ideas I have to have a true sketchbook and art pencils or I don’t feel right.” He thought a moment before adding, “And tea.” He looked thoughtful. “I bet miss Namine has a camera you can use in the art room. She is an art theripest here.” 

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Tarrant looked a little sad but quickly shrugged and smiled. “Thats too bad. I think a fascinator style would look lovely on you. I really don’t get much chance to work on my hats here not much call for them in here.”

He smiled a bit more when she mentioned wishing she could do some thing like that. “We have an art room to do creative projects in.”

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Tarrant smiled back. “That is a good thing.” He doubted her need to hide was the same as his but he did appreciate having somewhere to go. He sat down across from her. “Do you wear hats?” He asked after a moment before realizing for some people this might be an odd question. “I make them you see.”

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Tarrant finished up preparing the tea and turned to hand her a cup. “I can understand not wanting to leave your room.” He looked a little down at the thought. “Sometime I can’t leave mine either.”

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Tarrant went about making the tea. “Topper also finds it a pleasure to meet you as well.” He chattered. “Have you explored much of the clubhouse?” He asked. “I mean we did just establish that your new but it is a good question. If you haven’t you should visit the garden.”

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“I’ve got earl grey and a nice chamomile with mint and honey that is supposed to help relax people.” He suggested. “Either of those?”

“Its a pleasure to meet you miss Violet.” Tarrant replied not really recognizing the name at all. He never kept up with popular people or trends anyway. A tiny noise sounded from his pocket. He reached in and pulled the mouse out. “And this is Topper.”

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Tarrant smiled on of his sunny smiles. “Its no trouble at all! Do you have a preference in kind?” He asked as he collected a tea pot and kettle. “I am Tarrant Hightop by the way.” He stopped his preparations and bowed low. 

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Tarrant blinked. ”No its not obvious I just have never made your  acquaintance before so I made a guess.” He scooped Topper up from the table he had the mouse sitting on and dropped him into his pocket. “Now tea or no?”

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Tarrant looked up at the girl and smiled. “Oh hello. I am not sure if I am supposed to have him in here or not but since we get along I am obviously supposed to have him and since the only place I can have him is here then I suppose so.”

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Violet wrinkled her nose, “But… that’s a tautology? You’re saying you’re meant to have a mouse just because a mouse is something you have. It’s circular reasoning.”

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Tarrant’s face passed through many expressions before settling on confusion. “Yes, Not, Uh I guess. What ever its called it makes since to me.” His expression turned back to his normal happy one as he shrugged. “Are you new here? Do you want some tea?”

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Tarrant looked up at the girl and smiled. “Oh hello. I am not sure if I am supposed to have him in here or not but since we get along I am obviously supposed to have him and since the only place I can have him is here then I suppose so.”

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“Topper i told you a hundred times. We don’t talk with strangers. The other mice here are not as well mannered as you. You must be careful they might be very dangerous.” Tarrant gently scolded his tiny pet.

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Tarrant collected the snacks for his pet and checked to make sure the food had all got put in the basket before offering his arm to Lily. “Milady may I escort you to our lovely picnic spot?” He asked with a smile. “I am sure the flowers will be talking about where we have been and I would hate to keep them waiting.” 

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Tarrant finished putting everything in the basket he could think of for the picnic. “I think that’s it.” He announced just as a tiny squeak sounded from his pocket. “Oh sorry Topper of course I will get your crackers and cheese.” He turned to Lily. “He is so bossy sometimes.”

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Tarrant read her reply then looked down at her. He seemed to get caught up looking in her eyes. She was so pretty and kind and wonderful. He realized a moment latter that he had been staring. He quickly turned away and began putting a blanket and plates and things in a basket. “Your welcome. And thank you for the same things.”

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Tarrant blushed to the tips of his ears at her comments about him. He finished fixing the tea and poured it into a thermos so they could take it with them. “I am glad you care about me... I care about you too but please don’t let your not speaking fluster you. It will happen when it happens.”

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Tarrant smiled. "Of course not. You listened to me and your kind and I couldn't ask for a better person to have conversations with. It's not how one gets the message across its what the message is that's important." He answered. It was true that he would be thrilled for Lily to talk to him but he also didn't worry about it to much. She would when she was able if she was able.