Crazy. Insane. Psychotic. Mad. No, not just mad. Mad Hatter.
Make a hat, get it to work.
Jefferson's smile becomes strained, and he finds himself blinking somewhat rapidly, not sure if he's trying to keep his eyes from tearing up because the thoughts running through his head hit him with a familiar sense of futility, despair, frustration... (Madness.)
He shakes his head, trying to play it off as nothing. "Unfriendly ones," is all he can answer without getting into it. After all, it's in the rules. Don't discuss the past. Don't discuss your life before. And he knows, the woman he sees in his head, blonde and deeply disturbed by him, calling him 'insane' in a voice laced with pity, is from 'before.'
And the masked queen, the one who called him Hatter... She couldn't possibly exist. Another delusion.
"There..." He swallows. "There isn't much to tell. I moved here a few years back, opened this shop, got into a bad relationship, left the bad relationship..." He shrugs. "Now I basically live here."
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Make a hat, get it to work.
Jefferson's smile becomes strained, and he finds himself blinking somewhat rapidly, not sure if he's trying to keep his eyes from tearing up because the thoughts running through his head hit him with a familiar sense of futility, despair, frustration... (Madness.)
He shakes his head, trying to play it off as nothing. "Unfriendly ones," is all he can answer without getting into it. After all, it's in the rules. Don't discuss the past. Don't discuss your life before. And he knows, the woman he sees in his head, blonde and deeply disturbed by him, calling him 'insane' in a voice laced with pity, is from 'before.'
And the masked queen, the one who called him Hatter... She couldn't possibly exist. Another delusion.
"There..." He swallows. "There isn't much to tell. I moved here a few years back, opened this shop, got into a bad relationship, left the bad relationship..." He shrugs. "Now I basically live here."