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" 'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,/If your Snark be a Boojum! For then/You will softly and suddenly..." the Cheshire Cat recites, breaking off when it notices it has company. It's sunning itself, draped belly-up over a parapet of the castle, but with an unsettling upside down smile it vanishes and then reappears on the bridge, just to one side of where the transformation took place.
Tamaki blinked. "Hello again!" Tamaki says, smiling at the cat. "It's nice to see you again!"
"Well, h-hi there!" says a squeaky voice. Mickey, beaming, is coming up the bridge from the direction of the central plaza. "It's great to see you again! And isn't it a beautiful day!" He draws in a breath and seems to be a millisecond from zipadee-doo-dahing when the castle's portcullis rattles slightly and drops half an inch. He glances over his shoulder. "Cut it out, fellas! Just a minute..." He pats his newly appeared pockets.
"Mickey!" says Tamaki. "How are you doing? I'm sorry, I've meant to come visit you, but it's just kept slipping my mind! You've been well, I hope?"
"If you were a book," asks the Cheshire Cat, apparently apropos nothing, "what book would you be?"
"Oh, are we doing this again?" He frowned, thinking about it carefully. "Genji Monogatari. A handsome young prince, who attracts all women? It's practically written about me!"
Mickey has extracted his notebook, and clears his throat. "'Boxers or briefs?'" he reads aloud, and promptly blushes redder than a fire truck.
Tamaki had been asked this question before, but hadn't expected Mickey Mouse of all people to ask him. He blushed, but the blush quickly faded again. "Well," he said. "I suppose it would be whatever the lady wanted, don't you?" Actually, he usually wore briefs.
"Here's another," says Mickey. "List three things you'd do if you ruled the world."
"Well, of course I'd make sure everyone was happy," he said. "Maybe start a giant Host Club that all the girls could go to. Hmm... and I'd allow everyone to do whatever they wanted that made them happy, and! I would make sure that commoner food was much more readily available to the upper classes! It's really a shame that so many people have never had it!"
The Cat's eyes seem to be wandering in opposite directions. It says, "Is reality best described as (a) an absolute, not reducible to the sum of its parts, (b) the material or phenomenal world, as presented to us through our experiences, (c) fundamentally unknowable, (d) all of the above - please elaborate - or (e) fish?"
Tamaki frowned. "Isn't there another option that lets you explain it yourself?" he said. "Well, I guess it would be... hmm... C? Or maybe A? Perhaps B?"
Mickey raises one white-gloved hand as though measuring his own height. "Are you tall enough to go on this ride?"
Tamaki was six feet tall. "Yes, I think so!" he said. "Would you like to go on a ride with me, Mickey?"
Tamaki blinked. "Hello again!" Tamaki says, smiling at the cat. "It's nice to see you again!"
"Well, h-hi there!" says a squeaky voice. Mickey, beaming, is coming up the bridge from the direction of the central plaza. "It's great to see you again! And isn't it a beautiful day!" He draws in a breath and seems to be a millisecond from zipadee-doo-dahing when the castle's portcullis rattles slightly and drops half an inch. He glances over his shoulder. "Cut it out, fellas! Just a minute..." He pats his newly appeared pockets.
"Mickey!" says Tamaki. "How are you doing? I'm sorry, I've meant to come visit you, but it's just kept slipping my mind! You've been well, I hope?"
"If you were a book," asks the Cheshire Cat, apparently apropos nothing, "what book would you be?"
"Oh, are we doing this again?" He frowned, thinking about it carefully. "Genji Monogatari. A handsome young prince, who attracts all women? It's practically written about me!"
Mickey has extracted his notebook, and clears his throat. "'Boxers or briefs?'" he reads aloud, and promptly blushes redder than a fire truck.
Tamaki had been asked this question before, but hadn't expected Mickey Mouse of all people to ask him. He blushed, but the blush quickly faded again. "Well," he said. "I suppose it would be whatever the lady wanted, don't you?" Actually, he usually wore briefs.
"Here's another," says Mickey. "List three things you'd do if you ruled the world."
"Well, of course I'd make sure everyone was happy," he said. "Maybe start a giant Host Club that all the girls could go to. Hmm... and I'd allow everyone to do whatever they wanted that made them happy, and! I would make sure that commoner food was much more readily available to the upper classes! It's really a shame that so many people have never had it!"
The Cat's eyes seem to be wandering in opposite directions. It says, "Is reality best described as (a) an absolute, not reducible to the sum of its parts, (b) the material or phenomenal world, as presented to us through our experiences, (c) fundamentally unknowable, (d) all of the above - please elaborate - or (e) fish?"
Tamaki frowned. "Isn't there another option that lets you explain it yourself?" he said. "Well, I guess it would be... hmm... C? Or maybe A? Perhaps B?"
Mickey raises one white-gloved hand as though measuring his own height. "Are you tall enough to go on this ride?"
Tamaki was six feet tall. "Yes, I think so!" he said. "Would you like to go on a ride with me, Mickey?"