[white] - 033

[onlyteasing]

[ It's a town of baked brick buildings. Nothing like the trapped winter of the City: a dazzling sky, the passing citizens dark from sun and the docks not too far from where you're standing, a flash of blue and wooden slats seen from the street. The sea calls in a muted roar and a sharp salt sting in the throat

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[mad_here]

[...........................stealing the goodies from that woman's basket, sorry, Tyki, a hobo's gotta make a living]

[onlyteasing]

Might wanna eat fast!

[ at Alice's shoulder, because hobos who steal badly enough to get spotted don't deserve personal space. ]

[mad_here]

[SCREAMS LIKE A LITTLE GIRL, turning around - ]

It's - maybe it's not what it looks like!

[..........and that pastry in his hand was totally there before.]

[onlyteasing]

[ good job, Alice. way to move towards the delicate Wonderland personality you should be. ]

That so. What is it, then?

[mad_here]

I'm looking for something.

[oh so demurely, do you see this vulnerable look, Tyki, do you?]

...a white, talking sweet bun in there. It's been teasing me.

[onlyteasing]

Shame that one ain't talkin'. Just an honest mistake, hey?

[mad_here]

...maybe it was just keeping silent until I had my teeth around it. I had to try -

[oh no, you did not]

Hey. How did you know she wasn't my mother, or my sister? Or my servant? Maybe this belongs to me.

[onlyteasing]

Only one way t'be sure!

[ have an earflick, Alice. ]