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His answer to the call was disconcertingly enthusiastic. Well, he wasn't acting any different... But, couldn't he be at least a little more subdued about something like this?
You saw that gleam of silver that you recalled from before— It was an elaborate dagger, hidden up his sleeve. His mouth was pursed speculatively as he muttered to himself, eyes flicking back and forth between the straps that bound your clothing to your body.
"It is safe to assume that you will not wish to wear this again?" He asked courteously. You, as stiff as a board, nodded.
To your horror, he covered his eyes with a hand, and his arm blurred through the air.
You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting to feel the impending injuries.
All that was sensed was the sound of fabric tearing, and a sudden draft was felt. You blindly clutched the scraps to your torso, and peeked open an eye apprehensively.
This has got to be the most embarrassing-
Your eyes opened wide.
The Hatter was facing the opposite direction, tucking the knife back in its hiding spot. His eyes were clenched shut so tightly it seemed almost painful.
"You... You didn't peek, did you?" You asked, sounding more hesitating than the suspicion that you were aiming for. He turned his body slightly, as if to better hear. A weird, unpleasant smile stretched across his face, like a cross between a bitter sneer and an uncomfortable grimace.
"What would you do if I had, hm?"
Despite his abnormal facial expression- Really, which one of his expressions were truly normal?— his voice was masked deceptively well, giving no hint as to what was stirring in that head of his.
You tilted your head to the side. Jeeze. Even taking on his mannerisms? This didn't bode well for your sanity.
"...I suppose I wouldn't do anything, honestly. It's just a body." You admitted finally. Here he was, someone who had an entire area of land, life of both flora and fauna being fed by his power. If he was to believed, then he wouldn't be assailable in a fit of righteous indignation, nor would he look in the first place. A man that noble…
His eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking in what you could only assume was shock. The nerve-wracking curve of his mouth dropped into a straight line. He quickly focused on something in front of him- The door, maybe?— in an effort, you knew, to not look in your direction.
Apparently, your words were ones he was not expecting.
"A Queen that doesn't screech, that doesn't bark at subordinates- Doesn't order executions left and right, doesn't look down upon those around her. A Queen that gives an answer such as that... I never thought the day would come in which a mere pet name would so gloriously be proven true. Hm." He turned away, sharply 'thwak!'ing the bottom of his cane on the tiled floor. His regular, unnerving smile was heard in his voice after that. "Well, little Queen, I must set up for today's tea party. I have other guests today, so I do hope you'll get along with them!" With that said, he left with a skip in his step— No, really. He skipped.
You shook your head in bewilderment, before dropping the ripped clothing, and lowering yourself into the water.
A sigh escaped with the tension flowing out, and the hot water met the underside of your chin.
The only thing that made a frown tug at your lips was...
Weren't you so determined to not believe in him, before?