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"Well, of course I do. Fancy any particular type?" He asked, standing to go into the kitchen. Tarrant was sure to keep the cupboards stocked with every type of tea he could lay his hands on.
“No, no… Jus’ tea.”
He’s somewhat breathless within this current state, and…
Tarrant readied tea from the first box he found, returning in minutes with two tea cups. He set them both in front of the other man.
"I wasn’t sure how you took it, so this one has sugar and this one doesn’t," he explained, pointing to each one in turn.
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She nuzzled her nose into crook of his neck. Her eyes growing heavy. Alice mumbled, her words unclear, even to herself. She smiled contently, only for it to loosen into light snores.
Tarrant’s chest heaved as he panted for breath, but still he wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her close. “I love you, too, my dear. I love you so much.”
The Hatter grinned, brushing a kiss to her forehead before covering both himself and his bride with the comforter. “Good night, my dear little cricket.”
"Oh, um, hello." Tarrant paused, glancing over at her. "I’m sorry, I keep forgetting you’re a girl now."
She let out a soft one-tone sigh, “I understand…” The Program paused, looking away as she said, “I’m not attractive, aren’t I?”
"Wait, what? I didn’t say that at all!" Tarrant’s eyes widened. "No, you’re very pretty."
She smiled, looking back at him, “Why thank you, Tarrant. How sweet of you to say..”
The Program took a step closer to him, tracing a finger down his jawline and under his chin, “You’ve always been so sweet to me.”
"J-just trying to be polite," he stammered, shoving his hands in his pockets and talking a step back.
"Polite and sweet." she smiled, "Always welcome.."
The Hatter smiled a bit nervously. “Is there, uh, is there a reason you came over?”
"I wanted to see you.." she smiled, "..and talk… You’ve been on my mind lately."
"Oh, h-have I? Sorry to hear that," he stuttered, playing with his fingers.
"Oh? What about?"
"Yes, yes, the little booties! I’ll be right back!" He exclaimed, rushing off to his workshop.
She followed a few steps after him, frowning. “Hatter what are you doing?”
Tarrant flopped down in his chair, picking up his knitting needles. “I’m making little baby shoes.”
"So soon? Hatter, you realize I’ve got a few months, right?"
"Yes, of course, but baby shoes."