#ahatwithnomagic

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『♧』 Stevie was just hopping through the forest when he saw a familiar back and felt joy rising.

“HELLO Hatter!!” 

[thepiratehero-a]

Coffee { maybe this can be a college roommate thing? }

Killian had been working at the paper for hours, and still wasn’t done yet. He had taken longer than he liked to pick a topic and now he was paying for it. But the paper was due in the morning and he wasn’t about to fail the class because of that. He wasn’t even sure what time it was when he saw the cup of coffee that was sat on his desk, looking up at his roommate. “Thanks,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

[pxrtaljumper-blog]

❊ { I have no idea how or why I just find it hilarious }

❊  both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush.

Jefferson had thought that two Hatter’s would be far better than one when it came to working a job. It should have been simple, it should have been easy. A quick distraction made by himself, while his other self sneaked quickly past all the guards to nab the gemstone they’d been charge to find. It should have been simple. Instead the pair of Hatter’s had found themselves racing wildly through the woods, a mob of guards chasing them (poorly, though still some kind of a threat). “Quick, this way!” Jefferson grabbed his partner by the collar of his jacket, yanking him for the pair to take a hard right in a direction he was almost positive they wouldn’t be followed. Unfortunately, that move had him stumbling forwards, straight into a thorn bush. Gunting in pain as the thorns sliced at his skin, Jefferson quickly clamped a hand over his partner’s mouth to keep him from crying out. It might not have been the best place to hide, but the guards were quickly approaching. Painful as it might have been, the Hatter’s were well hidden among the thorns.

[pxrtaljumper-blog]

ahatwithnomagic

“Fucking birds." The Hatter grumbled, voice barely louder than a croak thanks to the hangover he was sporting from the night before. Lying at the foot of a tree, where he must have collapsed having been kicked out of god only knew where, Jefferson made a pathetic attempt at tossing a pebble he’d found beside him up at the branches. “You have to be so fucking loud? Pricks.” 

Miraculously finding the strength to sit up, he rested back against the tree, sighing loudly. Jefferson really hoped the night before had been worth sleeping on the bloody forest floor. Flipping his hat onto his head in a poor attempt to block out the blinding sun, he climbed to his feet, squinting around to try and get an impression of just where the hell he might have ended up.

“Oi, you!” Jefferson called, spotting the shape of a man wandering down the path only a few yards away from him. “Bit of an odd question, but you--” He walked over, rubbing at his tired eyes. “You know where that road--” Closer inspection of the dark stranger had left him immediately shutting his mouth. There was no way he could be seeing straight. The alcohol from the night before must have still been playing tricks on him. How else would he find himself talking to a mirror image of himself? “You-- I’m-- Bloody hell...”