Re: Near the dance floor
Oooo purple hair. Bright colors. Hatter loved bright colors. Sometimes he wore them, bright enough it would blot out the sun, or he thought he was wearing them and then it was really just brown. He stared back at purple hair, he liked the way she looked. She was curious. He could tell that, he knew what it looked like when someone was staring at everything around them. It was like Alice, when she first came to Wonderland, and she was always looking.
"I don't know, but I'm doing something." He chewed on the straw some more and moved toward her, sliding a bit on the floor, all smooth like. He could be smooth, when he wasn't trying to be. It was easier when he didn't think things through. Hatter looked her up and down, the purple, a lot of purple. Too much of a good thing was too much, but he wasn't a fashion consultant. He liked the hair. He wasn't allowed to touch the hair. Touching was off limits, he was told that enough, not with strangers, Hatter.