Every Picture Tells a Story

  Why should I ever be kind? There is no ring as proof.          And I like rings.

         That is the wrong hand, dear Chesh.     I assure, as I see now, there is one on the correct hand.

  You’re sleeping on the couch.         No honeymoon for you.

        My-- you are rather cruel to your husband, my dear.

  How could you be so cruel?

        Calm down now, love.    I was not the one who did it.

  You are not getting this mad cat booty.     Out you go go go!

          See now?

There certainly will be no wedding or wedding dresses for that matter either!

       Somehow, I doubt that~

  LOUD FELINE YOWLS!! "—-P-Put me down —!"

        Nuzzles him.  "Nope~"

  Can you not follow him.          Let him make pancakes in peace you dumb feline.

         Picks him up from behind.      "Dear Chesh, why do you run~"

  "…." Drops utensils and walks out.         Nope not gonna make pancakes now.

      "Oh, dear--"             Follows after him.

Is pleased by the lack of the other Cheshire.

        "Hello love~"

purrfect. when you’re not on the edge, you’re taking up too much space - cheshire cat, alice madness returns

      He purred in question, watching her curiously. "Is something the matter?" After all, he saw no issue with a talking feline; talking cats and walking cards was the normality in this abnormality world.

  Ah, there it was. Though in any other situation it would have actually been a sore subject — and if it mattered to the one who bore those marks. He’s used to it, those nasty red marks on his pale flesh of this form; it just never tended to bother him. It bothered others but he never did cover it up as it was a part of his being.   "I see." Was his response in a monotone voice, "I have — died many —  times. There is all— to it, for the — Queen is nothing — but a child."Though what was more off putting was the fact on how so casually he said it. Like it was something normal. Daily.

    "You act rather casual about such a thing, my friend." He hummed for a moment, watching him curiously. "Is it.. perhaps.. a reoccurring act?"