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Culture shock was an understatement. Already thoroughly disturbed by the fact that every single bystander he came across he could actually see their face, Blood decided to take a break from the crowds to be alone. Wonderland was chaos brought to life, always shifting and changing with no rhyme or reason, but there were a base set of rules. The first being that most everyone was replaceable, insignificant. But if the populace was not Faceless here, was he not surrounded by Outsiders?
It was frustrating.
What would he do now that he was just another face in the crowd? Would anyone here even know of the Hatters? Of the role he held? People didn’t stop in their tracks or clear the way when they saw him.
He sneered down at the cup of tea set down before him. Blood sat at an upscale café seated outside under an umbrella. An ornate pot of tea, milk pot, and cup of sugar was placed before him. He studied the movement of people on the street, people watching to decipher this world. When the flutter of blonde hair in motion obstructed his peripheral vision, he turned his head and quickly changed his expression to a wry grin. He had an appearance to keep up after all. It couldn’t be rumored that Blood Dupre was troubled.
“Young lady, were you looking for a seat? I don’t mind the company if you are an appreciator of fine teas.” He motioned leisurely at the chair across from his.
