voice testing, maybe considering a home...

[deadasa]

... I just managed to get some good sleep. Did you really have to go waking me up again? [A wide yawn - ] You're too cruel...

I filled my purpose. I don't have any information that'd help you. So what's the point? Then again, maybe 'what' and 'why' are best left to Alice...

Ah. I guess I'd better guess used to it, huh. Fine, fine. At least give me something nice to drink.

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[blue_plicity]

[Puppy barks at him, wagging his tail.]

[deadasa]

... huh.

[Normal animals aren't a sight he's used to, so the puppy has him crouching down, expression one of curiosity.]

Hey, what're you doing here alone?

[blue_plicity]

[Tetsuya Two walks closer, wagging his tail and sitting down in front of the door mouse.]

[setyoufree]

I've got some whiskey, if that'll do it.

[He doesn't usually approach people. He isn't big on talking. But it's been a long time of waiting around, and at least this guy sounds half-way decent. (Shit, you can never tell with anyone here, but sometimes you've gotta take a leap.]

[deadasa]

[The offer of alcohol has Dormouse perking up, giving the other man a smile that's nothing less than grateful.]

Whiskey's just fine, thanks. I don't have much I can offer in return, though, unless you smoke.

[setyoufree]

A smoke'd be fine. [Better than fine; cigarettes had gotten him through the jungle. Those, whiskey, and some obstinate drive to follow through with his mission.

Willard sets out a couple of glasses and pours, keeping a careful eye on the man.]

So are you new here, or are you a return visitor?

[deadasa]

Perfect. [And as the drinks are poured, Dormouse fishes the crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his coat, tugging a stick out and offering it to the other man. The brand is one he won't be familiar with at all, and the cigarette smells faintly of spices, but it's still very much nicotine, tobacco and all the other good ingredients needed to kill the lungs and revitalize the spirit.

If Dormouse notices the wary look he's being cast, he doesn't make a fuss of it. He just keeps smiling.]

Very much new. This is the first time I've been outside of Wonderland - that I can remember, anyway. [A shrug, and he goes to pick up his glass, take a sip.] It's not what I was looking for.

[setyoufree]

[He takes the cigarette with a grateful nod, wondering at the smell without giving it too much thought. As long as it lights, it'll do for him.]

I'd guess it's not what most of us were looking for.

It isn't so bad, though. Long as you don't try to make it what it isn't. [Willard takes a moment to light his cigarette, checking to see whether the guy could use a light, too.]

[deadasa]

[He shakes his head to the offer, pulling out a matchbox to show that he's got his own before slipping it back into his pocket. He focuses on his drink for the moment, the familiar dulled burn of it in his throat. His smile turns wry at the words.]

I'm not looking for much out of it, anyway. I still won't be able to sleep again. [He has to stifle the next yawn that comes up, offers a tired chuckle.] But I guess I'll just have to make the most of what I've been dealt. Is that what you're doing, too?

[It's easy to see the haunted look the other man carries, after all.]