Here he though that help was on its way, and he would have gotten his book back easily without any trouble. The world liked to prove him wrong it seemed, already having done so on many occasions. From his upside down position (why was he still like that?) he examined the person as best he could. Yes, that was a half-skirt and extremely fluffy boa he was seeing. His nose picked up a scent that wasn't quite human, and the matching ear-tail set confirmed his suspicion. He was dealing with another feline, how wonderful. His mind was still processing if whether or not that was actually a good thing. One thing was for certain, it wasn't starting off that well.
From Cheshire's own experience, young toms were much too old to be considered adorable little kittens, and too young to be fully matured. They often got into needless tussles and whatnot, he did too once upon a time, before someone had the heart to take him in. He forced himself out of that train of thought, not wanting to stir up past regrets, even though he knew full well that they wouldn't haunt him here.
"Now, now." He began softly in hopes of compromising. "You don't have to be like that. I'm halfway through the book, and I'd like very much to see how it ends." Though he said it, Cheshire had some doubts that it would do much to get his hostage item back. But it was the truth, and he really didn't like stopping a book halfway through. It usually left him wondering about what happened, and even if the book wasn't the best one that he had ever read, he'd still like to see it through to the end. She happened to be a big reader, and taught him that herself; it'd be a shame for her teachings to be for naught.
The brunet blinked and the small bit of movement made him realize that it would be best to shift the way he was with all the blood rushing to his head. That, and it would be much easier to talk to someone when sitting right side up. The older held up a finger, signalling the boy to wait just a minute. He swung his body a few times to gain momentum, before heaving his body upwards and gripping onto the branch to keep from falling. More moving was involved before he found himself comfortably laying stomach down on the branch, and looking down at the younger.
"Now, as I was saying." He started up again, flipping a lock of hair over his shoulder. Having this much hair was troublesome sometimes, plus it was on the ground dragging on the ground before this, so that was enough for him to have a need to wash it. It was hard maintaining this much hair and keeping it gorgeous, it was hard and practically no one understood. Not even the women, because they always said how much they loved it as the ran their fingers through it, something he was not very fond of, especially if they were strangers. Oh, he was getting off track now.
"If I don't get that book back, Miss Caterpillar will be very upset with me." That was big lie if he had ever told one. That book didn't belong to the Wonderland Library, and was actually one he had gotten out of the mansion he was staying at before coming here. But, the child below didn't know that, so there would be no trouble telling a lie like that one. He just wanted the book back.
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