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Alice scurried into the room looking for her hair brush. “Oh hey Mally.” she called over her shoulder. “Just looking for my hair brush, have you seen it?” Alice stood over him, looking down at the couch.
"Alice," the mouse grinned and removed the beanie from his face, propping himself up on his elbows. "Can't say that I have, sweetheart."
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Mally lay across the couch, his favorite beanie pulled forward to rest over his eyes. Boredom was an understatement, and entertainment on off days was rare. Having nothing else better to do, the dormouse drooped his eyes shut and began to drift off into slumber only to be startled awake by the sound of quick footsteps on their wooden floors. "Someone sounds like they're in a hurry," he mumbled, not even bothering to remove his hat from his eyes. "What's going on?"
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"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we’re all out of tea… unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
"Oh you want Tea Mally?" She questioned. "Maybe you should stop drinking it all."
"But… but tea!" Mally whimpered. "You can’t fill a cupboard with tea and expect that I won’t drink it all. I don’t have that kind of self-control.”
"you should Mr. Mouse." She reached up and poked him in the forehead. "Use your head for once and realize there are 5 or more others living here as well."
Mally sighed. "I think I just have a tea problem. Maybe I need tea rehab."
"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we’re all out of tea… unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
"How about yourself? It would be nice for somemouse to make himself useful around here for once.”
"Oooh, someone’s feeling sassy today.” Mally smirked. “What’s got you all up in a rut, sunshine?”
"You bring it out."
Mally shrugged, pleased with himself. “I try.”
"Well? You gonna go or what? Because I can live without tea." For awhile, she didn’t dare mention.
Mally let out a sigh, "Fiiine. For you, I will." He grabbed his jacket off the couch and slid it on. "Any specific kind you want?"
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"How joyous. A mouse." Dinah deadpanned, barely looking up from her laptop. "Shouldn’t you be sleeping somewhere?"
"Nice to see you too, cat." Mally rolled his eyes.
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"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we’re all out of tea… unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
"Oh you want Tea Mally?" She questioned. "Maybe you should stop drinking it all."
"But... but tea!" Mally whimpered. "You can't fill a cupboard with tea and expect that I won't drink it all. I don't have that kind of self-control."
"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we’re all out of tea… unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
"How about yourself? It would be nice for somemouse to make himself useful around here for once.”
"Oooh, someone’s feeling sassy today.” Mally smirked. “What’s got you all up in a rut, sunshine?”
"You bring it out."
Mally shrugged, pleased with himself. "I try."
"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we’re all out of tea… unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
"How about yourself? It would be nice for somemouse to make himself useful around here for once.”
"Oooh, someone's feeling sassy today." Mally smirked. "What's got you all up in a rut, sunshine?"
"Hello friends, I have come here to drink all of your tea and kick ass. And we're all out of tea... unfortunately. Someone should really do something about that."
Mally stared at her for a few moments before groaning out of pain as he stood up. “You’re fucking crazy," he shook his head as he wiped dripping blood off of his chin. “You can get arrested for that kind of shit up here, you know."
She looked at him curiously, the small scene they had caused restoring her feeling of power, “You’d turn me in?" She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and used it to wipe off her knuckles.
Mally glared at Iracebeth for a few moments, but gave no answer because in all honesty, he didn't have one. Instead, he broke eye contact with her to rip a piece of fabric off of the long sleeve underneath his jacket. The dormouse crumpled the cloth together and pressed it to his nose to reduce bleeding. "Let's just go," he said passively as he walked ahead of her, his shoulder brushing hers as he walked past.
Mally’s face was thrown sidewards by the initial slap. He brought a hand up to to his throbbing left cheek and frowned. “OW." Suddenly, the pain was at least tripled by the fist that slammed into his right cheek. Mally collapsed onto the concrete with a scream, lucky enough to have his hands catch his fall and save him from any more pain. “Holy shit, woman," he cried. “I think you just broke my fucking nose," he said, bringing a hand up to his upper lip to check to see if he was bleeding. He was. “Oh, my god," he groaned, looking up at the fuming Iracebeth from the cold, hard ground. “What the hell was that for?!"
That felt good. Iracebeth smiled, a sickly sweet smile of someone who was up to no good. “You need to learn your place. I will not hesitate to hit you again, but I only will if you insult my profession again. That “cube" is more than you will ever have." She finished her mini speech by flipping her hair over her shoulders. “Besides, broken noses heal. Broken egos do not."
Mally stared at her for a few moments before groaning out of pain as he stood up. "You're fucking crazy," he shook his head as he wiped dripping blood off of his chin. "You can get arrested for that kind of shit up here, you know."
"Good," Mally smirked. “Wouldn’t have it any other way." He glanced to his left in the direction of the Mad T Party area as they passed it. “And I may be a rat but at least I don’t fly around in a stupid cube for a living."
For the second time that night Iracebeth whirled around mid-strut, “What did you just say?" She didn’t wait for a reply before slapping the dormouse across the face. Hard. It was satisfying. When he was standing mostly straight again, she made a fist with the other hand and punched him. Most Underlanders can fight, but she was trained. And bad-ass about it, too, if she did say so herself.
Mally's face was thrown sidewards by the initial slap. He brought a hand up to to his throbbing left cheek and frowned. "OW." Suddenly, the pain was at least tripled by the fist that slammed into his right cheek. Mally collapsed onto the concrete with a scream, lucky enough to have his hands catch his fall and save him from any more pain. "Holy shit, woman," he cried. "I think you just broke my fucking nose," he said, bringing a hand up to his upper lip to check to see if he was bleeding. He was. "Oh, my god," he groaned, looking up at the fuming Iracebeth from the cold, hard ground. "What the hell was that for?!"
Mally nodded understandingly. “I guess that’s basically how I feel about my band." He couldn’t think of anyone else that he cared about in the way Iracebeth cared for Mirana, especially since it’d been decades since the last time he’d even seen any of his siblings. “I’d do anything for them," he said seriously before pausing. “Except maybe do a perimeter check on a theme park just to find someone who could aid them in their Cheesecake needs, because that’s a little ridiculous," he smiled. “I’m joking. Please don’t chop my head off or anything."
Iracebeth smirked, but from where she strode ahead of him in the dark, she hoped Mally wouldn’t see it. She cleared her throat and looked up at the sky. “Don’t think you’re off the hook or anything beause we got all… sentimental." She glanced back at him before continuing with a sideways smile, “I still absolutely loath you, rat."
"Good," Mally smirked. "Wouldn't have it any other way." He glanced to his left in the direction of the Mad T Party area as they passed it. "And I may be a rat but at least I don't fly around in a stupid cube for a living."
Mally stood frozen and wide-eyed in place, shocked by the impact of her hair on his face but eventually continued to follow the queen down the walkway. “You know," Mally spoke, filling the silence. He hated silences. “It’s nice to know that you’re at least a really good sister, even though you’re kind of a shit person."
"Part of it is her… everyone has a hard time refusing her. The other part I suppose," Iracebeth paused, not sure why she was sharing this information. Her sister was her weakness and could possibly be her downfall. But it felt nice to confide in someone. Even a snide git like Mally, “She’s really all I have."
Mally nodded understandingly. "I guess that's basically how I feel about my band." He couldn't think of anyone else that he cared about in the way Iracebeth cared for Mirana, especially since it'd been decades since the last time he'd even seen any of his siblings. "I'd do anything for them," he said seriously before pausing. "Except maybe do a perimeter check on a theme park just to find someone who could aid them in their Cheesecake needs, because that's a little ridiculous," he smiled. "I'm joking. Please don't chop my head off or anything."
Mally’s amused expression turned to one of confusion and concern. “Iracebeth, calm down," he said. “You’re taking this entire thing way too seriously." The mouse frowned at her; he’d never seen someone get so worked up so quickly over something so minor. He sighed, “Look, just, take me to Mirana, alright?" After shoving his hands in his pockets, he broke eye contact with Iracebeth by looking down. “Obviously this is… serious business," his last couple of words were spoken quietly as he tried his best to hide the slight smirk playing on his lips.
She squinted at him before turning around, her hair accidentally whipping him in the face, “Let’s just carry on. Playing and giggling is for children." Her tone was a lot less harsh and her voice quieter.
Mally stood frozen and wide-eyed in place, shocked by the impact of her hair on his face but eventually continued to follow the queen down the walkway. "You know," Mally spoke, filling the silence. He hated silences. "It's nice to know that you're at least a really good sister, even though you're kind of a shit person."
