[h2][color=#FF6600]Percival[/color]/[color=#9999FF]Indigo[/color] [color=#FF6600]Pela[/color][color=#9999FF]cour[/color][/h2]

Music wasn’t the only thing that bled into the empty streets from the bistro. There was the faint echoes of an argument from within, along with the occasional odd whistle and yelp of laughter. It wouldn’t be overly surprising to someone who had known the twins for long enough- the closeness they shared went hand in hand with the same petty squabbles as any other set of siblings- but all sound went to a complete halt as soon as the cheerful tinkling of the door’s sudden opening.

[color=#9999FF]“Sign says ‘closed’ for a reason, love,”[/color] Indigo called over her shoulder. Upon fully turning to see who had wandered into the shop, however, she visibly brightened and- quite literally- sprang out from her seat, sending the chair tottering before she caught it offhandedly. [color=#9999FF]“Well, look who it is!”[/color]

Percival took little time in jumping after his sister from the boot, vaulting over the table with the ease of an acrobat and leaving the violin abandoned on the table. [color=#FF6600]“If it isn’t the Hatter!”[/color] He chirped. [color=#FF6600]“Good seein’ you again, pal. Had almost forgotten about our unbirthdays, you know. Slipped the old noggin.”[/color] He knocked a fist against his own forehead, leaning against the wall with a certain laziness. Indigo, who had matched the pose perfectly against the opposing pillar, had grinned warmly at the Hat before looking elsewhere.

Namely, upon the woman standing beside him. 

It seemed like the dry spell of Alices was at an end. It wasn’t a surprise that more had arrived- in fact, what [i]had[/i] been surprising was just how long they had taken in showing up this time around. Indigo gave the woman an idle once-over, drew a penny from her coat pocket, and corked it in between her teeth.

[color=#9999FF]“Who’s the dame?”[/color] She asked. 

[color=#FF6600]“Ten bucks says it’s another Alice,”[/color] Percival drawled. Indigo rolled her eyes, to which he gave a wry smile and settled more comfortably against the wall.

[color=#9999FF]“Course she’s an Alice. She’s not, I’ll eat my boot.”[/color] She clicked one of her shoes against the floor for emphasis. [color=#9999FF]“Was just looking for the name of our guest, is all.”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“So if she [i]is[/i], you pay me ten bucks. She isn’t, you eat your shoe. Seems fair.”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“Oi, I didn’t sign up for no bet. ‘Specially since it’s not something even worth a bet.”[/color]

[color=#FF6600]“Too late. It’s the rules and whatnot.”[/color]

[color=#9999FF]“How about you take those rules, and go ahead and shove them up your-”[/color] Indigo abruptly cut herself off, muttering. [color=#9999FF]“Company, company.”[/color] Pushing herself off from the pillar, Indigo strolled over, extending a hand towards the stranger. [color=#9999FF]“Indigo. Tweedle Dee. At your service.”[/color] 

Percival brushed off his coat, then sauntered over to join the little gathering, thrusting his own arm out with a grin. [color=#FF6600]“Percival. Tweedle D. At your service.”[/color]

The both of them spoke rapidly, as if they were saying whatever they had to say on one breath. It could have been quite impressive, really, if not for the fact that it made them damnably hard to understand at some points.

[@Midnight Howl][@SouffleGirl123]