.:Cheshire Cat:.
His tail started to sway once more, ofcourse he wanted Alice to care for him. It was much more enjoyable then doing it himself, though he had his doubts on her cleaning ability. She could be such a ditsy girl.Scratching the back of his head, he had a triumph dance in his head, which he would've if it wasn't for the aching pain in his chest. Alice was paying attention to him.
Looking at the rabbit with cold eyes, he gave a small smile acting like her words meant nothing to him, "Keep talking and I'll make a rabbit stew out of you!" turning his gaze somewhere else, away from the rest of the party, he started to feel extremely cocky and witty, "Besides, Alice is better off in my care, seeing how you got chopped up and tossed around before I got to you," focusing at Alice again, he let out a small, innocent smile, acting like he did nothing wrong, even if she saw it.
Still watching Alice with yellow eyes, he couldn't help his mental frown. She shouldn't be careing about such characters, besides the Hatter had enough swordsman skill to keep his and the March Hares skin in one peice. 'What are you talking about stupid cat, your the one whos acting like the shady character here, going back and forth, from Queen to Alice...' He rolled his eyes at his own thought, it wasn't like he was causing any harm. Actualy, he was just playing the Queen, he would never think about using Alice.
His thought distracted him to much to notice Alice pushing him on the rock, going along with her touch. Snapping back to reality, he paled at the thought of cold water touching his skin. "Come now Alice, must there be w-water..." his voice broke at the mention of water, but when Alice threatened to throw him into the river, however she would do it, which he was sure she could, he stoped moving his torso and decided to stop talking all together.
Ears pressed flat against his skull, tail thumping against the rocks surface in an annoyed way with his claws digging deeply into the rock with almost to problem. Swallowing hard, he bit his tounge as the wound got dabbed with the soaking wet handkerchief. How he hated this, but, since it was Alice, he would live through it with no complaints. What got him was her question on how it felt, it was horrible and he was sure it showed, but he just gave a toothy grin, "Its...just lovely."
His tail started to sway once more, ofcourse he wanted Alice to care for him. It was much more enjoyable then doing it himself, though he had his doubts on her cleaning ability. She could be such a ditsy girl.Scratching the back of his head, he had a triumph dance in his head, which he would've if it wasn't for the aching pain in his chest. Alice was paying attention to him.
Looking at the rabbit with cold eyes, he gave a small smile acting like her words meant nothing to him, "Keep talking and I'll make a rabbit stew out of you!" turning his gaze somewhere else, away from the rest of the party, he started to feel extremely cocky and witty, "Besides, Alice is better off in my care, seeing how you got chopped up and tossed around before I got to you," focusing at Alice again, he let out a small, innocent smile, acting like he did nothing wrong, even if she saw it.
Still watching Alice with yellow eyes, he couldn't help his mental frown. She shouldn't be careing about such characters, besides the Hatter had enough swordsman skill to keep his and the March Hares skin in one peice. 'What are you talking about stupid cat, your the one whos acting like the shady character here, going back and forth, from Queen to Alice...' He rolled his eyes at his own thought, it wasn't like he was causing any harm. Actualy, he was just playing the Queen, he would never think about using Alice.
His thought distracted him to much to notice Alice pushing him on the rock, going along with her touch. Snapping back to reality, he paled at the thought of cold water touching his skin. "Come now Alice, must there be w-water..." his voice broke at the mention of water, but when Alice threatened to throw him into the river, however she would do it, which he was sure she could, he stoped moving his torso and decided to stop talking all together.
Ears pressed flat against his skull, tail thumping against the rocks surface in an annoyed way with his claws digging deeply into the rock with almost to problem. Swallowing hard, he bit his tounge as the wound got dabbed with the soaking wet handkerchief. How he hated this, but, since it was Alice, he would live through it with no complaints. What got him was her question on how it felt, it was horrible and he was sure it showed, but he just gave a toothy grin, "Its...just lovely."
