forum Welcome to Wonderland, Dearie~ (5/5) (Mature)

Started November 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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Aloysius closed his book slowly and leaned his head down towards Damon, smoke flowing out as he spoke. His blue locks fell over the two of them, almost shielding their faces from another's view. "Is there something you're after, Hatter? Or do you just wish to lay on me for the pleasure of it?"

(I fixed it btw, sorry for the inconsistency.

"I'm bored and you're comfortable!" He sang, smirking. Damon inhaled a bit of the smoke and didn't show a reaction, not coughing. The man had built up a resistance to the smoke in his throat after a while of working with the other.

The smirk on Damon's lips caused a sly smile to grow on Aloysius. "I'm comfortable huh? You know you can just sit on me rather than my arm, right? My lap would probably be more comfortable than an arm anyway." An eyebrow raised when Damon took in the smoke, and he was half in mind to give the Hatter the rest of his joint. But then again, he wasn't allowed another one for an hour so was it really worth it?

"Is that an invitation darling?" Damon responded, turning his head to look Aloysius in the eyes with a series of innocent blinks. "I would rather spend the next few hours sitting in your lap before the guards give me that sedative tea." He laid a hand dramatically on his forehead.

"They're still making you drink that crap?" Aloysius clicked his tongue in disgust, glancing up at the door. A guard stood outside it, keeping watch. None of them were going to escape any time soon, so what was the point? He chucked the book onto the floor, making sure it landed smoothly so the pages wouldn't get crumpled, and patted his knee. "Come on then, if that's what you want then I'm happy to oblige."

Damon got up from his seat and went to go sprawl across Aloysius's lap, pressing a large kiss to his cheek. He really only did that with his former partner in crime, now partner in prison. He made sure the kiss left a big black lipstick mark on the other's cheek and laughed. "Yes, they do. It's a shame that the drugs mask the taste of the tea. They weren't created properly."

(Le bump?)

(Sorry bud, I was in class.)

Damon got up from his seat and went to go sprawl across Aloysius's lap, pressing a large kiss to his cheek. He really only did that with his former partner in crime, now partner in prison. He made sure the kiss left a big black lipstick mark on the other's cheek and laughed. "Yes, they do. It's a shame that the drugs mask the taste of the tea. They weren't created properly."

Aloysius' hooded eyes seemed to grow even more tired with the half smile he gave in response to Damon's kiss. "You're washing that off." he murmured, in reference to the lipstick print on his cheek. He took another drag from the joint, blowing a love-heart shaped cloud in the direction of Damon's mouth. It was times like this that he couldn't figure out whether fate was with him or against him—what were the chances of him being caught at the same time as Damon, and being put into the same ward as him. He was either very lucky, or extremely unfortunate. "You know you don't have to drink it right.. I'm sure there is a way around it."

Damon inhaled the smoke and rested his head against the other's shoulder. "I suppose. It's the only tea they give me, which is unfortunate." His lips turned to a pout. "And they won't let me go outside and get stuff to make my own tea." Damon closed his eyes, keeping alert. He didn't really trust the new girl or the guards enough to take a nap with Aloysius.

"I'll see what I can do.." Aloysius whispered, wrapping his arms around Damon, carefully running his fingers through the Hatter's hair. The joint was coming down to the butt, soon all that would be left was the filter. After that, it would only be a matter of time before he started losing the plot again—it always happened about 10 minutes after he finished smoking. The effects of cannabis were often reversed in his case, instead of getting high while he smoked, it was after he had smoked that he started to feel the effects of impaired memory, heightened senses, and difficulty concentrating. When that happened, he could only pray that the time would fly quickly so he could have another one. They had restricted him already, it was only a matter of time before they cut him down to one every two hours. He would rather die.
"Say," he whispered, the smoke on his breath flooding into Damon's nose and mouth. "Did they tell you about the inspection?"

(Oh my, I didn't think Alice would be leaving ^^; I was reading and hoping for something to happen.)

(Would you like to be Alice? As long as you can keep up and write three or more sentences per response, you're good!)

(Oh my, I didn't think Alice would be leaving ^^; I was reading and hoping for something to happen.)

(Would you like to be Alice? As long as you can keep up and write three or more sentences per response, you're good!)

I'd love to join, if it isn't a problem that I'm not online after 8PM CST and am not able to come online Sundays.

"I'll see what I can do.." Aloysius whispered, wrapping his arms around Damon, carefully running his fingers through the Hatter's hair. The joint was coming down to the butt, soon all that would be left was the filter. After that, it would only be a matter of time before he started losing the plot again—it always happened about 10 minutes after he finished smoking. The effects of cannabis were often reversed in his case, instead of getting high while he smoked, it was after he had smoked that he started to feel the effects of impaired memory, heightened senses, and difficulty concentrating. When that happened, he could only pray that the time would fly quickly so he could have another one. They had restricted him already, it was only a matter of time before they cut him down to one every two hours. He would rather die.
"Say," he whispered, the smoke on his breath flooding into Damon's nose and mouth. "Did they tell you about the inspection?"

Damon raised an eyebrow, eyes still closed. "No. I thought I was told everything… I'll fix that soon." He muttered to himself, going back to talking to Aloysius after a moment of thought. "When is it going to happen?" He always needed to be prepared for the inspections. Well, they weren't even like inspections, more like raids.