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People who rp Jervis Tetch and use pictures of extremely hot actors to be him baffle my mind. He’s not an attractive man he never was?! I get that you do that to Jonathan Crane in some comics he’s attractive in others not so much. But with Jervis it’s a bit dumb IMO

[I get exactly where you're coming from, but on the flipside It's very hard to find an appropriately geezy actor that has enough gifs/icons to use. Lots of handsome actors out there, less charmingly homely ones, and almost no little creeps for an appropriate fc for Jervis. I'm always on the prowl for a better fc, all of mine have been too handsome for my tastes, so I'd love suggestions for a bit more creepy/homely Jervis. :)]

Aces blinked, before a wide grin spanned his face, “Sweets?” he murrmurred, practically vibrating in excitement, ” Of course I would, Con! We’ll make a tea party of it!” Aces squeaked happily, clapping his hands.

"Frabjous~ I have all sorts of tea and tea sets we can use too~" Jervis chirped.

"You can never have too many, I'll bring mine, too!" Aces insisted excitedly, "when would you like to hɐve the party? 6 o'clock?" he questioned.

Jervis' spirits leaped, "Oh, perfect! Good! I really don't want to hurt you, little bird," he insisted, "I never wɐnted to hurt anyone. But no one ever listens," he shook his head sadly, "and they frighten me, and I just..." he cleared his throat of remorse, and returned his smile to her, "but you'll be different, won't you? I know you will!"

"Sweat positively ruins the electrical connections— well, you know," Aces sighed, "talc works to keep the back of the neck mostly dry, but it’s such a trouble." He shook his head, "But enough about business! What have you been up to, my tea-drinking comrɐde?"

"I’ve been on the oddest baking binge as of recent. It’s gotten so bad that I can’t store anymore at my hideout." Jervis sighed.

"Baking?" Aces pondered, "Well, my experience only goes so far as tea, I’m ɐfraid. But nothing goes better with tea than baked goods," Aces nodded, "and there can never be too much of a good thing."

"Agreed~ Except…." Jervis smiled sheepishly. "When you run out of room to store them."

Aces’ eyes rounded, “You’re running out of room?” he questioned in shocked disbelief, “…goodness, you are on a bit of a binge, ɐren’t you?” he giggled, poking his friend in the side.

Aces blinked, before a wide grin spanned his face, "Sweets?" he murrmurred, practically vibrating in excitement, " Of course I would, Con! We'll make a tea party of it!" Aces squeaked happily, clapping his hands.

Jervis sometimes wondered if Alice might be too trusting, even of him. But regardless, he sat up with the girl in his lap, and removed his hat from his head with a flourish. He was quick and precise about affixing the feathered pin to the band (a striking addition, against the silk), and smiled in approval at the look, "It's perfect, my deɐr," he stated, giving her a kiss before dropping his hat on to her head, "and it looks great on you."

Jervis couldn't help but stare at her, pressing his lips nervously together as he sighed through his nose, "You mustn't look at me like that," he insisted quietly, twisting a length of rope in his fingers, "it makes me feel quite terrible. I'm only doing this to protect you, you know," he insisted, "it's madness for a bird to be caught in the rain," he shook his head, "though I'm sure you'll thɐnk me tomorrow, when the sun is shining." he smiled, at the thought.

Alice tackled him excitedly in loving hug . She missed her Hatter so much. " Oh where have you gone? I haven’t seen you sense our wedding night."

"You… you haven’t?" Jervis stammered, shock forming his features in her embrace, "but… that was only a few days ago, wɐsn’t it…?" he questioned, slightly dazed.

" Um it was five mouths ago I think. In been so worried..thought the bat locked you away or gone to Visit March without me.." Alice was a bit concerned and sad but tried conceal it behind a sweet smile.

Jervis blinked at her, fear tugging at his gut as a lump rose in his throat. He swallowed a few times, and cleared his throat, returning her smile in an effort to console her, “perhaps… perhaps that was it. I mean, there’s certɐinly no where else I would go…” he grew quiet, his mind spiraling in to the absolute blank of his memories for a few moments, “I-I’m so sorry, Alice. I-I didn’t mean to leave you, it was so unkind of me…”

"I bought you a pin for you’re hats" She blushed

"For me?" Jervis questioned, somewhat doubtfully, "ɐfter I’ve been so terrible? No, no, certainly not," he shook his head sadly, "I don’t deserve it."

"Jervis please. It be a love add on to you’re hatter suit, it’s a replica of the Tim burton set from 2010. Please think of it as a late wedding gift.." Alice was still lying on top of him pink cheeked from glimpsing her Hatter, her Husband.

Jervis frowned fretfully at the blonde for a moment, before giving a sigh, "You really shouldn't rewɐrd me for my mistakes," he said, but took the gift from her, "though, it's all the more awful of me not to do what you say, I suppose. You being my, um," he averted his gaze from her happy face, his ears heating shyly, "...my wife." He never thought he'd be able to say the word, and especially not to Alice.

Alice tackled him excitedly in loving hug . She missed her Hatter so much. " Oh where have you gone? I haven’t seen you sense our wedding night."

"You… you haven’t?" Jervis stammered, shock forming his features in her embrace, "but… that was only a few days ago, wɐsn’t it…?" he questioned, slightly dazed.

" Um it was five mouths ago I think. In been so worried..thought the bat locked you away or gone to Visit March without me.." Alice was a bit concerned and sad but tried conceal it behind a sweet smile.

Jervis blinked at her, fear tugging at his gut as a lump rose in his throat. He swallowed a few times, and cleared his throat, returning her smile in an effort to console her, “perhaps… perhaps that was it. I mean, there’s certɐinly no where else I would go…” he grew quiet, his mind spiraling in to the absolute blank of his memories for a few moments, “I-I’m so sorry, Alice. I-I didn’t mean to leave you, it was so unkind of me…”

"I bought you a pin for you’re hats" She blushed

"For me?" Jervis questioned, somewhat doubtfully, "ɐfter I've been so terrible? No, no, certainly not," he shook his head sadly, "I don't deserve it."

"Sweat positively ruins the electrical connections— well, you know," Aces sighed, "talc works to keep the back of the neck mostly dry, but it’s such a trouble." He shook his head, "But enough about business! What have you been up to, my tea-drinking comrɐde?"

"I’ve been on the oddest baking binge as of recent. It’s gotten so bad that I can’t store anymore at my hideout." Jervis sighed.

"Baking?" Aces pondered, "Well, my experience only goes so far as tea, I’m ɐfraid. But nothing goes better with tea than baked goods," Aces nodded, "and there can never be too much of a good thing."

"Agreed~ Except…." Jervis smiled sheepishly. "When you run out of room to store them."

Aces' eyes rounded, "You're running out of room?" he questioned in shocked disbelief, "...goodness, you are on a bit of a binge, ɐren't you?" he giggled, poking his friend in the side.

Breaking an Entering (open)

"Pepper? I kiss like pepper…?” Jervis grumbled a bit, before chuckling and shaking his head, “if ever there were someone that could craft a tea as sweet and full as a lover’s kiss, it would certainly be you, my dear. And if this tea may have pepper or chocolate or no, I’ll certainly be happy to sample it. Though, you’d be hard pressed to replɐce the real thing,” he gave her a wink, “which is to say nothing of which I would prefer. I love your kisses more than tea.”

"Yeah there ain’t a comparison. Now I think on it Ivy’s pheromones might work. Floral… sweet…’en sure ta’ heat tha’ blood, but her add anything ta’ tea? Wishful thinkin’. I love yer’ kisses as well. In fact I’d like anotha’… ‘en another…," Harley said while tapping her lips with her finger.

Jervis chuckled, leaning forward to oblige her with three quick, soft kisses, “The last time I saw Ivy,” he murmured quietly with a shy smile, “she told me that I ‘drank the blood of the dead’. Distressing imagery, to say the least, and with the medication, the entire affair nearly left me in shɐmbles,” he gave a half-warm chuckle, “but, that is how Arkham is. And the Red Queen. She’s ever-so-fond of her roses.”

"The queen never seems to be content with any sort of rose she's got," Jervis scoffed, "no matter the colour. Still, despite our differences, she was a sort of friend," he nodded thoughtfully, "we may have had some sort of ɐccord, when it came to keeping silent about such things. Not that she had to speak twice on the subject; I'm rather fond of my head where it is, aren't you?" he chuckled, and sipped his tea, "Forget-me-nots?" he mused,before giving her a smile, "but I'm fretfully forgetful-- though, that's the humor in it, isn't it? You're quite clever," he stated, quietly giggling in to his tea.

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