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"I’ve never seen any before!"
"Oh, dear. They're very small, you see. You've just'th as well already stepped on one."
— ;; ✿♛
"I hide? O-oh! And— Wait.. Eight and a— Oh!”
She stumbled around slightly, before running off to hide.
Somewhere good— Somewhere— Oh! She held onto her skirt as she hid next to a shop, against the wall.
Seeing as the Hatter had already eaten today-- 'eight '--he didn't feel the need to count for nearly as long as he would had he been hungry. A half it would be, then.
" H a l f ! "
Seven-point-five beats too early, he took off in the opposite direction she had gone.
"Where are we going?"
"To see the dog and cat-erpillars, of course."
— ;; ✿♛
“But— weren’t we just—”
Drop it, Anna.
"Yes.." She sighed, "That sounds fun! Who hides first?"
Perhaps trying to figure out how the Hatter’s mind works wasn’t the smartest idea.
"Yes'th. You hide, my dear."
He did a few preliminary stretches--toe touches, shoulder rolls--and then promptly covered his eyes.
"I shall give you until the count of...exactly eight and a half."
“Mm…yes, they are delicious.”
"A shame there aren't any nuts'th to go with the dough...wouldn't you agree, Alice?"
Wrong teapot… awkward…
for anonymous :)
— ;; ✿♛
”The— The game..? You were hiding, and—” Anna huffed. “We weren’t playing a game?”
Suddenly, the girl felt very silly. Although, it was really him who was being silly. When you hide, you can’t expect someone not to come and find you. He clearly was playing hide and seek, right?
"Game?" he repeated, appearing just as baffled.
Whether or not the Hatter was leading her on was another matter entirely, as he wasn't so sure of what he was doing himself.
"Oooh! A game! How delightful--I'd love to play. How about hide and seek?"
"Delightful doughnuts, aren't they?"
“A rat?!I’m a fairy, you nincompoop! My name is Tinker Bell, and something of mine is in that drawer. So move over, and let me get it! It’s extremely important, and none of your business!”
"Fairy fairy, quite contrary. If it's so important...where are the ferrets or magpies? You knooooow you can't guard a drawer without any ferrets or magpies."
You there… Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful! I mean it! You're my hero!
Thank you so much!
I'm so awkward with these things though, I probably won't send any out,,,,
— ;; ✿♛
Cocking her head slightly, she grinned widely. “Mr. Hatter!” She exclaimed, raising her arms and waving them, running over to the piano player’s bench.
"I see you!" Anna said, folding her arms. "Aha! I win! See? I’m not boring at all!"
She grinned. Definitely not boring, she thought. In fact, less boring than he was!
As she approached, his expression quickly shifted into one of confusion. What had he just been doing? “Win? Win what?”
He played a single note on the piano, cackled madly for a long moment, and absently fumbled with his bowtie until it had righted itself--which wasn't the only thing that was off-balanced at the moment.
— ;; ✿♛
”You got it right! And, I finally learned your name— Sort of—”
As she was spun, she stumbled slightly, before hearing footsteps taking off. “Mr. Hatter?!” The girl exclaimed, folding her arms and huffing.
Ooh! I get it! A game!
"Fine! I’m coming!" She called, looking behind several bushes as she hummed.
If the poor girl tended to play by herself--per her lonely musical chairs game--then perhaps he could spare to let her win, just this once. He had been very rude earlier.
Bushes, bushes, a bush shaped like the Mouse, more bushes...all no good.
Eventually he took a seat on the piano player's bench, allowing his hat to stick up slightly over the top.
why are you so rude all the time, mad hatter?
I am not rude!
Little girls who come to tea parties uninvited are rude.