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Fine, I’ll merely decapitate you instead.

Hatter doesn't hear his foot steps, because Sebastian doesn't move forward to follow after him. He merely stands there with his arms crossed, staring borely. "Stubborn?" He repeated after the other, sounding as if he was genuinely confused by the mere notion, or mildly offended by it; He thought that the suggestion was completely ridiculous. As he questions Hatter with this single word, his eyes suddenly widened in an over- dramatic manner, exposing more of the whites that are surrounding his irises. However, they return to normal after the accusing word escapes his lips. As he continues, his hand makes a sweeping gesture toward the area that is head of him, waving for the other to move along. "Try skeptical. Figment of my imagination or not, I don't trust you." He admitted bluntly while he had quirked his eyebrows and smirked, but it's a tight-lipped grin that seems almost forced; it's probably just as practiced as the others smile. "Well, don't expect me to follow you, prieten." He had retorted sarcastically, and his cautious gaze had  followed the others movement as he had watched the man stalk over toward him. He watches as the other man becomes annoyed with his defiance, witnessing the cease that forms between his thin eyebrows as they pull together into a firm frown. His eyebrows immediately had furrowed in response, almost as if the gesture was contagious. However, the frown that had presented itself upon his handsome face had faded almost as quickly as it appeared, being replaced with a look of mock surprise instead. "Really?" He had asked, sounding almost enthusiastic about the prospect. He doesn't even seem to react to the sarcastic remark about his cute ass, seemingly thinking that the other was merely being a smart ass- or perhaps he simply doesn't care to question it.  He uncrossed his arms and moved forward, a slight bounce in his step. "Well, why didn't you say so- lead the way, love." He had teased playfully, and his hand pressed to the small of the others back, ushering him forward. He doesn't exactly believe that the man wants to help him, but he's curious to see what he does plans to do. Curiosity was often said to kill the cat, but Sebastian couldn't help himself.

Fine, I’ll merely decapitate you instead.

Sebastian deliberately intimidated people for a living, because in his line of work he has seen how people are manipulative and deceitful— everybody lied, even over the most trivial of things. It didn't matter if someone's life was possibly hanging in the balance, because people preferred to keep their illusion of integrity rather then to tell the truth; Having an affair? Never, not me! He didn't understand it, but he knew that's how people worked. He has learned from experience that it's much easier to take what he wanted or needed through force and aggression, rather then to simply ask for it.  He uses fear as a tool, and he's more then accustomed to seeing it, recognizing it; he's memorized all of the tells, like a professional poker player reading his opponents. As the delicate little emotion sprawls out across the others handsome face, Sebastian cannot help but smile in his usual deranged manner, appearing unstable, if not completely insane. His head rolls forward while he laughs eerily, and his shoulders shake with the effort. "Oh love, your fear is enlightening, but I assure you that there is no reason for it. " He had promised as his smile stretched a fraction; his grin could put even the Cheshire cat's smile to shame. "Did you think that I'd hurt a pretty little thing like you. Now, that'd be just barbaric." He says playfully, clearly taunting the other.  As the other talks about mirror portals that allow access to and from wonderland, Sebastian merely rolls his eyes in exasperation. Being the skeptic that he was, he still refused to believe that this was real. He makes an obscure gesture with his hand, eyebrows arching, "Of course, that must be it. I must have stumbled into my bedroom mirror and landed here, in wonderland." He says with mocked enthusiasm, "— Said no one, literally ever." He adds firmly. When he looked at the other, he noticed that he was not paying attention to him anymore. Normally that would annoy him —  being ignored by ones own imagination would upset anyone —  but he lets the other muse over his thoughts instead of demanding his attention. He crosses his arms firmly over his chest, and glances around absently. When Hatter finally speaks, he arches a single inquisitive brow and remands firmly rooted to his spot. He wasn't moving unless the other made him.

Fine, I’ll merely decapitate you instead.

Sebastian watches the blush form across the others pale skin with curiosity shinning within his eyes, a fleeting flicker of awe. He watches as it spreads, tainting his light complexion with a pinkish hue. And, in that moment, he's compelled to touch him. The others skin is warm beneath his fingers as he lightly guilds the back of his knuckles across his flesh, seemingly memorized by the soft feel beneath his fingertips, and the blossom of color to his cheeks, a reddish pigmentation. He looks lost for a moment, but it's not in the romantic sense— I could get lost in you eyes forever. No, this is different. It's unsettling and eerie, and the slow grin that tugs at the corners of his lips is equally disconcerting.  His eyes shift, searching the others defiant expression. He sees that he's still pouting, and those brown eyes are glaring up at him with clear  indignation. He cannot even stop the soft chuckle that escapes his lips, a light, but manic laughter that cuts through the silence that has befallen them. He lets the other man push at his chest, but his body barely budges an inch. He's nothing but hard muscles beneath that eccentric attire that's donned on his body, and it was going to take a lot more then a simple push like that to get him to move. "Crazy. Oh, you must be. It actually concerns me that you'd even think that I'd care about your personal needs for space." He says with amusement, and his smirk stretches into a wide  smile, pink lips stretched across pearly white teeth. For a moment, he merely stares down at the other, and a uncomfortable silence befalls them. "But, since you've asked me so nice!" He abruptly says with mock enthusiasm, and he pulls away from the other with his arms outstretched widely, almost as if to show him that he's harmless—  relatively harmless, at least. At the others questions, his eyebrows lift in amusement, because he's still not one hundred percent convinced that he's not dreaming—  or tripping on acid. Such a disconcerting thought, considering he neither did drugs or slept often. "What a clever little thing you are— " He praises playfully, "Knowing my name before I've introduced myself. I'm impressed." He teases with mock surprise, and his eyes widen for a dramatic effect as he says the word, impressed. "Color me intrigued. " Dropping his arms back to his sides, his expression becomes bored and dull, appearing as blank as an unpainted canvas, "Tell me, what's a looking glass?"

Fine, I’ll merely decapitate you instead.

Sebastian was observant by nature, and analyzing a reaction was almost a involuntary reflex to him; a natural instinct. No matter how hard that Hatter tries to conceal it from him, he notices the tightness in his jaw as he clenches his teeth, and he sees the anger pooling within his eyes- swimming behind those pretty brown orbs with barely concealed restraint. Normally Sebastian would avoid conflict, but he couldn't help himself now; riling up this man was always fun. He steps closer to him, invading the others personal space like he has no concept of privacy— and his tall stature looms over the others smaller form like a predator stalking its prey.  "It's better then mother's curtains." He gripes, his slender fingers plucking at the fabric of the others shirt to indicate what he's referring to. "— Or are these bed sheets?" He asks sarcastically, watching the other pout like child. For a moment, he's completely silent, almost like he's distracted. Abruptly, he releases the others shirt to grasp at his chin, holding it between his fingers as he leaned a little closer, "Are you pouting at me? Grown men shouldn't pout, that's just silly."

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