Hatter was rifling through Dave's things. This wasn't a completely new occurrence. She seemed to like poking around his belongs. He'd given up on telling her not to. She wouldn't have listened to him the first or the one hundredth time. But this time, it seemed she had items in mind, piling them messily upon his floor.
"What are you doing?" He inquired a bored tone to his voice.
She snorted, looking at him briefly before going back to her work. "I'm looking for something that'll make me look cooler." She replied quickly.
Dave was left to raise an eyebrow at the response. It wasn't like he'd cared or anything – but he did admit that she had her own style and he often thought she looked alright when she choose to stand out. Why she decided to go through his items to look 'cool', he'd never know.
"And why?" He pressed further.
She stopped all together, leaning back slightly. Her hands rested on her knees as she stared blankly at the pile of items for a moment. She turned her head, suddenly grinning widely.
"I'm gonna be a DJ!" She announced. "And DJ's need their own image, dammit! We can't all just be cool like you!"
Dave wasn't sure how to respond to her words. His mouth hung open for a moment as he attempted to think of a response but none came. He closed his mouth again, giving a slight 'hmph' as a reply and approached her. He knelt down beside her pile of items, picking up one of them.
"Let me help." He suggested. "You'd totally screw it up – in such an ironic way."
Hatter was left to grin widely. The two spent the rest of the day, working to create an 'image' for her – one step closer to becoming that DJ she'd wanted to be.