Post by TARRANT LEWIS HIGHTOPP on Apr 17, 2015 6:27:18 GMT
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
"Oh good gracious, look at the time - why, it's 6:00!"
"Oh yes, yes it is, again, isn't it."
"Well now, is it always 6:00?"
"I don't believe so but it's time to go! 6:00 you know."
"But I do, I do! Now hurry on!"
And with that, Tarrant bid his company goodbye. You see, the tea room was a gathering place of sorts - of course, the sorts where people occasionally spent their money, because tea doesn't grow on trees. But, of course, there are times in which the Mad Hatter, as some called him, just plain forgot to charge people for the tea. Conversations go on and on, you know, and there's so much talk of tea itself, and butter and jams and biscuits and cups, that sometimes the topic of money never comes up. It's quite a sad thing, really, but Tarrant never bothers. After all, he gets his tea as the rest of them, and that's all that counts in the end.
As Tarrant was left to his lonesome at the table, which seemed to have a mind of its own in fact, he moved to the next chair and took a long sip out of an empty cup, then set it down and giggled at his foolishness. "Well silly me, I've gone to the wrong seat!" he shouted, then moved down to the next, only to have the same occurrence come to him. "Now what's this? I KNOW there's tea!" he shouted, then banged both fists on the table, sending a few cups from the edge and onto the floor. Tarrant stood up, knocking over his chair, and then sat in the next seat, only to find another empty cup.
"EMPTY CUPS!? EMPT- NO NO NO! THIS CANNOT BE!" he moaned. He stood up and grabbed the cup in front of him, then swung his arm forward and sent the cup flying against the wall. "TEA TEA, I NEED TEA! I NEED A CUP OF-"
"Tea's here!"
And whether someone actually said those words or he heard them in his mind he didn't know, but his eyes jolted to a teapot in the center of the table. It glowed a yellow light, calling him to it. Tarrant crazily grinned and jumped onto the table, sliding on his belly to reach the teapot. He then rolled over onto his back, subsequently opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tipped the teapot upside down, sending its contents into his mouth and elsewhere. Calmly he set the teapot down onto the table, closed his eyes, and rested his free hand on his saturated shirt, still clutching the empty teapot in the other.
"Oh yes, yes it is, again, isn't it."
"Well now, is it always 6:00?"
"I don't believe so but it's time to go! 6:00 you know."
"But I do, I do! Now hurry on!"
And with that, Tarrant bid his company goodbye. You see, the tea room was a gathering place of sorts - of course, the sorts where people occasionally spent their money, because tea doesn't grow on trees. But, of course, there are times in which the Mad Hatter, as some called him, just plain forgot to charge people for the tea. Conversations go on and on, you know, and there's so much talk of tea itself, and butter and jams and biscuits and cups, that sometimes the topic of money never comes up. It's quite a sad thing, really, but Tarrant never bothers. After all, he gets his tea as the rest of them, and that's all that counts in the end.
As Tarrant was left to his lonesome at the table, which seemed to have a mind of its own in fact, he moved to the next chair and took a long sip out of an empty cup, then set it down and giggled at his foolishness. "Well silly me, I've gone to the wrong seat!" he shouted, then moved down to the next, only to have the same occurrence come to him. "Now what's this? I KNOW there's tea!" he shouted, then banged both fists on the table, sending a few cups from the edge and onto the floor. Tarrant stood up, knocking over his chair, and then sat in the next seat, only to find another empty cup.
"EMPTY CUPS!? EMPT- NO NO NO! THIS CANNOT BE!" he moaned. He stood up and grabbed the cup in front of him, then swung his arm forward and sent the cup flying against the wall. "TEA TEA, I NEED TEA! I NEED A CUP OF-"
"Tea's here!"
And whether someone actually said those words or he heard them in his mind he didn't know, but his eyes jolted to a teapot in the center of the table. It glowed a yellow light, calling him to it. Tarrant crazily grinned and jumped onto the table, sliding on his belly to reach the teapot. He then rolled over onto his back, subsequently opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tipped the teapot upside down, sending its contents into his mouth and elsewhere. Calmly he set the teapot down onto the table, closed his eyes, and rested his free hand on his saturated shirt, still clutching the empty teapot in the other.
--- WORDS FOR @chesh ― eek excited for this!
by sixsmith.
