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How Is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?
Characters: The Hatter, The March Hare, and Vatheon! Guest Starring Alice.
Location: Park
Time: Evening
Style: What you're comfortable with
Status: Open
Anyone close to or wandering the park might be drawn by the glow of lanterns. They were strung around and over a large table. There were various tea cups, tea pots, flower pots, watering cans, and plates all around. None of the chairs matched either and ranged from bar stools to plush office chairs. Bread, butter, jam and small cakes were in the middle. There was a pocket watch resting inside of the creamer.
A pair could be found there, sitting rather close. The Hatter had his feet kicked up on the table's edge, a tea and saucer balanced in his hand. He was watching his partner with amusement. Why? Because the tea was spiked with rum. He needed something to loosen up his little March Hare.
((Expect tags from Faris, Laharl, or both. Ciel might be dragged in as well)).
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[ Siiip. Is he starting to feel light-headed? Well, at least one of these two has some semblance of politeness. ]
You also, Mister Scherwiz. And I would like to second your question.
[ Because prinny? That's a stupid word. ]
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Well, yeah. Duh. Would be overlord too if this place hadn't kept trying ta suck me up all the time! This is what, third time now?!
[ And sinking further into his seat. ]
S'what human souls turn into when ya die. Ya gotta pay your way back to being human again, y'know.
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[Cetain charm could easily translate to arrogance, but the pirate meant it some what fondly. Both of the "kids" were arrogant, and it was something to admire.]
Least I know to avoid putting my life on the line then, if there be some sort of punishment such as that.