[ Just like that, Jefferson stops with the impromptu a capella, his expression going cold at the little remark. The Mad Hatter. The title that's been plaguing him more, the more he... remembers. Imagines. Invents?
There was a time, he thinks, when people called him that. He can't remember when it started, but he knows it was always accompanied by cruel laughter. Then dismissive laughter. Then... then it was just his name.
No, it wasn't. His name's always been Jefferson, and Alice and her adventures in Wonderland were just stories he read one too many times. He exhales sharply through his nose and pushes himself away from the booth partition, sitting back down in his seat in a huff. ]
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There was a time, he thinks, when people called him that. He can't remember when it started, but he knows it was always accompanied by cruel laughter. Then dismissive laughter. Then... then it was just his name.
No, it wasn't. His name's always been Jefferson, and Alice and her adventures in Wonderland were just stories he read one too many times. He exhales sharply through his nose and pushes himself away from the booth partition, sitting back down in his seat in a huff. ]
I'm not mad.