[Who] Vincent Nightray
boat-lights Xerxes Break
charientisms[Where] Warehouse, somewhere IDK
[Style] First, because I'm lazy, and because I'll never finish it otherwise orz
[Status] Closed
[It really doesn't take him long to discover the location of his dear mister hatter. Rats had a nose for this sort of thing, and he fancies himself a little bit like a radar, anyway. He's always been drawn towards things that interest him, and time and again, he's come to rely on that particular skill more so than anything else.
It's convenient, after all, and one does not question convenience. One simply makes the best use of it. And when the reigns are free and tattered, one simply has to take them into their own hands.
He knocks on the room door in a gesture of mock politesse, before inviting himself in.
A charming smile.]
Mister Hatter, are you decent?