🎃 “How hard can you bite with those plastic fangs in your mouth?”
“Would you like to find out?” The Hatter asked, voice lisping due to the fangs. Still, he kept a cheeky smile on his face.
Silas smirks and nuzzles back lovingly. “And ruin you’re beautiful hands? Never.” Silas whispers.
“These old scarred up things?” He asked, wiggling his fingers against Silas’ sides. “Being a Hatter didn’t do them any favours.”
Silas tries not to flinch as his wiggling fingers tickle his sides. “Must you argue with me?” He chuckles.











