[center][h3][color=silver]Marcus D. Hatter[/color][/h3][/center] Perhaps it was the sudden shade despite there being a clear sunny day, or maybe it was being pushed to the ground with excessive force but intuition told the Hatter something was amiss. This most scrutinized hypothesis was proven true when the item/object/divine being or otherwise sudden increased surge of gravity did not remove itself immediately. Using one hand for balance and an elbow for extra leverage, Marcus managed to shift himself over causing whatever was on his back to now be relatively shifted awkwardly to his lap. Straightening himself the man’s head tilted slightly to the scene. [color=silver] “You clearly aren’t a scout and I’m fairly certain I’m not on that mad King’s hitlist as of late. When I was thinking of a lady dropping by this is not entirely what I envisioned. [i]Oh! But where are my manners![/i]”[/color] Still sitting, Marcus lifted the felt hat from his head simultaneously removing a cup of tea from underneath. Placing in in the girl’s hand he offered a greeting, [color=silver]“The name is Marcus D. Hatter, though you may refer to me as Mad Hatter, or Hatter so long as you aren’t mad.”[/color] Tilting his hat the man finally made the move to stand, grabbing the girl by the hand and aiding her up on the way. [color=silver][i]An Alice? How long has it been?? The King….[/i][/color] Leaving the tea in her left hand he slid his arm through her right. [color=silver]”Now we must be acquainted for it is quite quaint to do so but time is faint and to dally is to taint my schedule. To the twin’s we go but Oh, don’t worry so. They will give you quite the show I know.”[/color] Without allowing the young girl a word in edgewise he began leading the way in a perfectly gentleman manner. In all of his oddities the Hatter always had a way of making people feel comfortable around him. Though curious, he never gave off a [i]”stranger danger”[/i] vibe. In short, his theatrics are so bizarre one cannot help but wonder where the adventure leads. All the same he led the girl straightly to the bistro while pointing out various buildings along the way, giving random historical information as if he was a tour guide who’d been expecting her. [hr] [i]Whimsy Moth Eatery[/i]. Whether or not such a creature existed mattered little to the Hatter. Over the years, he’d had several complaints on the decorum of the establishment but something about the upside-down bistro felt like home. Nonetheless, he couldn’t deny the disarray of colored papers along the outside of the business gave his office a run for its money, let alone when he let the twins help decorate for events. Giving the young lady at his a warm smirk he reassured, [color=silver]”Looks are often deceiving, even when one follows their heart. The stomach is far better to listen to.”[/color] Gliding up the stairs the man cocked his head at the bold CLOSED sign, removing the keys from his side he opened it. Tunes that could be questionably defined as music poured onto the street. [color=silver]”Wakey Wakey you two! We are having an unbirthday party with a most interesting guest!”[/color] Bowing at the door he released the girls arm and gestured inside, [color=silver]”After you m’lady.”[/color] [@SouffleGirl123] [@EchoicChamber]