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Admon's clear gray eyes, so much like the glass marbles the prince had once played with, slid from the rabbit to the cat, who was obviously preparing himself to be of the utmost annoyance. His posture did not waver, however - not even as that annoyance of purple and lavender approached. This current form was a strict one and he must abide by the laws it - and the prince - had layed upon him.

"Yes, a long time it has been... but not so long as to whipe my memory of your face." Admon's speach was clean and precise, with no trace of any sort of accent or personality, but as he formed the last word, his mouth turned down slightly at the corners in a dissaproving manner. Being a doll, Admon himself had no qualms with being adressed as an object (it happened quite often, after all), but there was a certain one, whom he held in esteem, who seemed to find it rude. But that was neither here nor there, as that one was neither here and possibly not there, either.

On a whole, Admon did not appear to mind the other's closeness. Such types of "intimidation" were to be expected by one so obviously with his head on backwards, even when it was attatched in a forwards fasion. However, as the other spoke of a mortal, his head just barely twitched up as his eyes shifted to fix on the blonde. Admon was, as far as Wonderland standards went, young and had never before seen a mortal. He was therefor suprised to just how... how similar this one appeared to himself. True, his clothes lacked any proper taste or sensibility, but perhaps mortals prefured to dress in shocking ways.

However, the feeling of sharp claws teasing the sensitive hairs at his neck was enough to snap his eyes back towards the Chesire, after a quick examination of the mortal. Normally, Admon might have drawn his sword at this point. But... it was already out and he could make no point without actually using it. And so, he spoke instead. "Please desist. The Rabbit has been requested by his royal highness, and we must hurry down the path, lest we take even longer and anger him further." As he spoke about the path, he gestured back towards it with the point of his blade, the silver metal humming slightly as it passed through the air.

[[I'll make a profile for the Prince as soon as I think up a name. =w=;; -shot at-]]

Rapping elegantly filed nails against marble decor, the Prince found himself unnaturally bored. No siblings tugging at him to be paid attention to, no irritating screaming matches with his mother...and more importantly no scheduled meeting with his messenger. The meeting wasn't all that important, he assumed he told the Rabbit they'd be discussing the banishment of the Mad Hatter and his close companions or something along those lines. He possibly never mentioned anything at all because reasons for making the Rabbit see him were increasingly dwindling, much to the Prince's annoyance.

The tuft-tailed teen had been asked to report to the castle nearly fifteen minutes ago. Time was such an important measurement to the Rabbit, it almost shocked the Prince that he was so late. Then again, the twitchy teen had a habit of getting himself hopelessly lost, which was exactly why he sent Admon off to fetch the little White Rabbit. Still...he couldn't help but feeling slightly worried, worried that a large species of daisy had gotten so jealous that they took root around the bunny and held him hostage and- The prince shook his head a bit, night-time colored hair falling around his eyes as he did so. There was no need to get so utterly worked up over a rabbit.

Glancing around the room, auburn-brown eyes stopped on a mirror. With a fitting grin, the Prince leaned towards the glass, frowning at the frame of the mirror slightly. He had never noticed how very naked and...happy the cherubs, who were carved forever in mid-leap into the gold-painted wood, seemed to be. He'd have to change that. Picking at one of the nearly naked babies' curl of golden hair, the Prince shifted from one foot to the other as a fleck of paint cracked and chipped off the antique frame.

He thought he saw one frown.

"More than that, I think he is worried for you," Admon replied, cleanly side-stepping in an attempt to dislodge the Cheshire Cat from arounf his shoulders. It was rather hard to speak with other's when one as annoying as the Cat was standing directly in front of him that way. "I rather think I heard him muttering something about you being eaten by some variation of giant, rabbit-eating plant." Admon was a completely blank slate. Here, a slight up-turning of one side of his mouth created a slightly... well, not mischevious air -- not, he was deffinately not that... But perhaps a slightly joking tone. It was funny, after all.

Dormy shrunk instinctively away from the prince as he opened the door quite vehemently, his bright eyes swooping down to meet Dormy's own dull gray ones. The change from anger to a... a smile, of all things was not at all reassuring, as the prince had been known to make even his most cruel judgements with the most angelic of expressions upon his features. But he did try to smile back, although the end result of slightly upward-twitching lips was not at all pleasing as it made him look even more nervous than before.

"I... ahm... you... called me, y-your highness..." he stammered slowly, gray eyes wide with terror, hands just about shredding his poor shirt. Could that possibly... be considered "lip"? He certainly hoped not, as he was merely stating the truth. Dormy really didn't know why he had been called (although it might have been explained at some point when the mouse slept). Then, fearful of some sort of insipient punishment, the mouse made a low, and entirely fearful, bow.

((You know, I didn't do it intentionally, but (And this was some odd fate as well, that Alice in Wonderland was playing on tv last night) Cheshire Cat seems to love to annoy the royalty, or at least in the disney version. And here he loves to annoy the prince, so fun. But of course he annoys them through other people, not himself.))

"But of course, we wouldn't want to anger the prince now would we? Such a delicate thing he is. Getting eaten by a Rabbit eating plant, such a bothersome thing that would be.” Cheshire grinned at Admon before dancing away as the marionette moved to get away from him. Such a rude thing. He strolled behind them, his walk graceful and flowing, almost sensual in a way as each leg stretched out to walk a step ahead of his other. It was quick before he was strolling ahead of the others, moving with the forest and having no problem maneuvering around the heavy foliage.

He continued to move forward, getting to the castle, through the labyrinth garden, straight through the foliage. Disappearing and Reappearing on the other side of each hedge. Soon he was at the doors, but before any could see him he vanished. His voice giggled as he spotted the little mouse and a soft jingle of his head echoed around the walls creating a rather interesting and creepy effect.

((Yes, he basically vanished on all of them and is now invisibly floating around the palace behind the dormouse and prince. And um… XD I was the one who voted for prince/kitty))

Pilah sat atop a giant mushroom on the edge of the forest and watched Admon leading Alex and the White Rabbit toward the Kingdom of Hearts castle. "Iiii Preeesuuuummee thaaatt theeeyyy'reee gooiiing toooo see theee priiinceee." he said to himself as he closed his bloodshot eyes and lay back on his mushroom."Nooo cooonceeerrnn ooof miiiiinneee." he mumbled as he dosed off, blowing a few smoke z's of blue blue smoke.

Admon shrugged, though even that gesture was made elegant by his current innate gracefulness. "It is hard to tell with him, is it not? He is nearly always ticked over one matter or another... But I do suppose he seemed rather... hot-headed. Although I do suppose that could have been from a combination of things..." Admon's voice was crisp and clean and smooth, just as was his appearance, but he trailed off as the Cat dissapeared, only to produce a series of eerie giggles. Truly, Admon hated when that abomidable cat did that.... it was creepy, to say nothing else.

But still, after a moment's pause, Admon continued on, leading the panicky rabbit and increasingly pessimistic human along through the maze and into the palace. The guards need not even check the group -- the sight of Admon was enough, as he was quite a destinguished member of the society of Hearts. As they came to the door leading to the prince's personal chambers, he exchanged a glance with one of the card guards before rapping neatly on the wood.