#* matthew

His amused grin reflected along the glassy walls of his manor, lips sewn shut from corner to corner. He rested his chin in his hand as he sat at his throne at the edge of a magnificent long table, though the rest of the seats were empty. He pantomimed the sipping of tea from the cup in his hand, but the burning liquid merely braised his lip, leaking down his chin to drench his neatly ironed suit. How wonderful! A low chuckles resonated from his throat, and he hummed as the doors to the dining room where he sat opened, and his voice echoed, bouncing from mirror to mirror, reflections of himself opening their eyes to examine the visitor. [What brings you to my manor?] he asked, the singsong of his tone reverberating through the walls--though his lips did not move. [I was just having a tea party, if you care to join~]