#moveslike-jaggerhare

Tarrant was trembling and flushed from where he sat on the couch. “I-I’m fine...w-what are you talking about?”

Grinning as wide as a cat could the mouse waved to the crowd. “Don’t forget the March Hare.” She called over to the Hatter who once again got distracted by Alice. Rolling her eyes as she walked over to the Hare she nudged him. “What are you doing?” Mally whispered. “Put the bass down and walk me down the stairs.”  Her devious smile was off set somewhat by the hatter’s stammering to recompose himself. Rolling her eyes once more as she turned and made a face at Alice without her seeing she turned back to the Hare and offered her arm. 

“So you should have.” Narrowing his eyes at the hare he dropped his bags down on the floor. “Well now you have a better chance.” 

Mally: This is wisdom, with Thackery.

Thackery: Why you so close?

Mally: *gets closer* What do you mean?

He rolled over onto his side of the bed so he didn’t face Thackery. He was doing his best to stay mad. He couldn’t even remember why he was, but he was tired of forgiving after only ten minutes.

The blonde’s eyes widened as she peered up from her book. “T-Thackery!” 

Her cheeks burned red while she averted her eyes from the hare. Setting her book down and brushing a a few strands of hair back behind her ear she finally meets her eyes. 

“I-Is it still- er... I mean are you still feeling March?”