[Here have a nice image of Alice sitting on her bed in the small servant's quarters, leaning against the wall and staring out of the window. Because there'd been a moment of excitement, because even if it was Seaweed-head and not Oz, it was still someone from Oz's world.
Even if that stupid idiot has left her alone.
Still...his dream... the familiarity of it, that face still so frustratingly out of reach, too bright to see even in someone else's memories...
Her eyes don't even look down as she stares out the window, the troubled expression clear on her face as she scowls.]
... you can't see him either, can you, stupid Seaweed-head?
[Excuse him, he is too busy staring stupidly at you to answer for a moment.
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And then he drops the device, nearly falls off his bed trying to scramble for it. He opens his mouth to yell something about her being here or where is she or...
But all that comes out is the answer to her question, in the end.]
[She's still not looking at you, Gilbert. As a matter of fact, she might actually be sulking just a little bit as her lips press together and her eyes narrow, focused on something outside the window.]
...And Oz? Is he with you? Do you have my manservant, brat?
[He doesn't have any idea what happened to it, honestly. But he can't imagine ever throwing it away. Not when that memory included someone he obviously felt so strongly for. And his brother, as well.
There's no way he threw it away. He'll never believe that.]
You don't have Oz either? Then... that means... he's on his own somewhere?
[Usually he doesn't comment on these strange monthly broadcasts for lack of giving a fuck, but the siren call of felines in stereo drew him to this one. And now he's just perplexed.]
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[It seems she may have missed the point here.]
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But. But.
How is a grown man supposed to admit to such a fear?]
I-I used to be when I was a kid!
[He flails around awkwardly in his bed, shaking his head.]
Of course I'm not now!
[The sweat pouring off him says otherwise.]
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[He knows it doesn't, okay? He's not stupid.]
It's just how things have always been.
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... Gilbert? What... What is this?
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[He's not pleased, and it shows in his tone.]
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Even if that stupid idiot has left her alone.
Still...his dream... the familiarity of it, that face still so frustratingly out of reach, too bright to see even in someone else's memories...
Her eyes don't even look down as she stares out the window, the troubled expression clear on her face as she scowls.]
... you can't see him either, can you, stupid Seaweed-head?
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And then he drops the device, nearly falls off his bed trying to scramble for it. He opens his mouth to yell something about her being here or where is she or...
But all that comes out is the answer to her question, in the end.]
... N-no I can't.
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[She's still not looking at you, Gilbert. As a matter of fact, she might actually be sulking just a little bit as her lips press together and her eyes narrow, focused on something outside the window.]
...And Oz? Is he with you? Do you have my manservant, brat?
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[He doesn't have any idea what happened to it, honestly. But he can't imagine ever throwing it away. Not when that memory included someone he obviously felt so strongly for. And his brother, as well.
There's no way he threw it away. He'll never believe that.]
You don't have Oz either? Then... that means... he's on his own somewhere?
[Cue hyperventilation now.]
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Why do cats seem to distress you so?
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[He's getting a little tired of being asked this. Really. It's not as if he knows. They just terrify him!]
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[He's not trying to be crazy. But it was a rather awful dream to wake up from and be interrogated by strangers.]
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