#s:tiger lily.

[mdhvre]

FOR: @tigerwillie DATE/TIME: 09/20 AM 6:00 LOCATION: the White Rabbit

“I thought I told you, you don’t have to come in for a while.”

It’s not safe for you anymore, he doesn’t add. I’mi not safe for you anymore.

She wouldn’t understand, and he can’t explain to someone so completely different from himself, detached from the world he comes from. Wonderland birthed him into the gutters and tried to bury him in an early grave with all the others like him—what crawled out again is something, after twenty years, he’s still not convinced counts as a human being.

The rabbits are happy enough to have her company, the lot hopping over each other to keep pace with her familiar steps. He doesn’t bother stopping them or trying to convince her to go home, not now that she’s here already. So he retreats into the kitchen to put the kettle on, leaving her with the decision to follow him further in or not. “Did you need something?“

[drlingdoll]

FOR: @tigerwillie DATE/TIME: 08/20 PM 10:30 LOCATION: Willie’s apartment

His last escape attempt, and subsequent re-capture, has him bringing an unexpected guest home with him. In all the rush and fuss that followed Vin’s men catching up to him right outside that girl’s apartment complex, he’d quite forgotten about the puppy still in his arms until he’d been returned to the Dollhouse, and the temporary reprieve called his attention to the wriggly passenger he’d brought along. Shit.

It’s not that he minds having the puppy stay with him. He rather likes animals actually, and Vin’s veritable horde of guard dogs are arguably the only enjoyable aspect to the Dollhouse for him, but he doesn’t exactly have a guaranteed window for when he can go back up to the surface and return the puppy to her rightful owner.

Another month goes by before he can find an opportunity to give the guards the slip and race towards Over again. The puppy—who he’s taken to calling Baby for her clingy nature and constant yipping—is tucked safely into a bag he pilfered from the dressing room closet, though keeping her quiet during the journey is quite a challenge.

By some good fortune bordering on the supernatural, they make it undetected onto the streets of Overland, and he manages to track down the right complex building. Hopefully he remembers the door number correctly...

"Hey, Willie right? I dunno if you remember me or not, which it’s totally fine if you don’t by the way, but I was here a few weeks ago, and I may have accidentally made off with your pet.” Here, he pauses to fish the squirming, whining bundle of scruffy white fur out of his satchel, holding her up with an apologetic smile. “Think this tiny terror belongs to you.”