[Thread] Ryou and the Hatter

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Who: Bakura Ryou, the Mad Hatter
What: The Hatter comes to capture one of the last butter-flies, which happens to be hiding in Ryou's room.
When: After this
Where: in Ryou's rooom (207)
Rating: PG?

A fluttering of wings interrupted Ryou's thoughts for--well, he wasn't sure how many times that day. He turned from his seat at his desk and watched as the butter-fly that hadmanaged to sneak into his room flittered about. It brushed against the window pane, as if trying to get out, and left a streak of butter on the glass

Ryou sighed. He hoped that one person would come and get it soon.

[tag: Mad Hatter]

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It would be quite incorrect to say that the Hatter was walking down the hallway. The term "walking" implies that you're moving one foot in front of the other in a steady pace that's slower than running, and the hatter was certainly not doing that. He was, instead, rather wandering. He wobbled through doorways, skipped down stairs, and even decided that the floor was much too boring and decided to walk on the walls for a few minutes. After a while, though, he finally found himself in front of room 207, wherein one of his butter-flies seemed to have taken refuge.

He straightened his vest out a bit--he was wearing his red one, which he didn't like as much as his green one, but it would have to do--and his matching red-and-black hat that honestly looked big enough to hide something like a kitten in. Then he pulled on his thin white gloves, took a deep breath for emphasis, and knocked lightly on the door.

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Ryou heard the noise, and set down the paintbrush he had been holding. Without his Ring or Cards, Ryou had asked the castle for paint, brushes, and modeling material to create figurines. He almost had a set enough for a table top game, but no one to play with still.

Wiping his hands on his jeans, Ryou stood and walked to the door. "Who is it?" he called through the wood, just as he turned the handle, and pulled the door open.

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"Good evening!" the Hatter exclaimed as the door was opened, "Or perhaps I really mean good morning. Or good afternoon. I'm not sure which. You wouldn't happen to know the time, would you...?"

He looked a bit distracted. He never knew the time, and it had a habit of making him generally irritated. After all, when was he to known whether or not he was supposed to be doing something if he didn't know the time? But there was nothing he could do about it now. Shame, shame.

He snapped back to attention, remembering why he had bothered wandering out of his room in the first place.

"I am the Hatter," he took a step back and gave a little bow, talking cheerily all the while, "and I believe I am here to retrieve a creature whose presence should be elsewhere. There's a butter-fly somewhere in this vicinity, am I correct?"

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[[OOC: *is just as bad* T_T]]

Surprised by both the appearance and personality of the Hatter, Ryou could only blink for a moment. Then, he seemed to rouse himself, and blushed lightly. "Ah, sorry. It's nice to meet you, uh... Hatter, sir."

He stepped out of the doorway, allowing the other man in. Ryou pointed to the flittering butter-fly, which was still trying to escape out of the closed window. "It's over there. You're welcome to come in."

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"And it is quite the occasion to meet you as well."

He stepped into the room, taking in the surroundings, his head moving about to survey all parts of the room while his body remained, for the most part, completly still. He smiled, happy with the surroundings. A bit bland for his tastes, but obviously the room belonged to someone with at least some small measure of creativity.

He took note of the fluttering food near the window, "Aha~! I see, one moment..." he moved in a bit closer to the butter-fly and took off his hat. He looked inside of it and then reached his hand inside. Seconds later, he pulled out a jar that looked just the right size to hold a flying stick of butter while still allowing it comfortable space. Wouldn't want the thing to be uncomfortable, after all.

He simply put the hat back on his head, opened the jar, and then in one quick motion, scooped the butter out of mid-air with the container and placed the lid on with a pop sound.

"Ta-da~!" he said, holding up the jar whilst it's inhabitant fluttered about, "And that, good sir, is how you catch a butter-fly~!"

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Watching the Hatter, Ryou believed, was quite the experience. He had never seen anyone... walk like that, if that's what it was called. The Hatter "bottled" up the butter-fly in mere moments, leaving Ryou gaping.

He coughed lightly, trying to cover what he believed to be a laugh, although he wasn't sure. "Oh, um, thank you! I didn't want it to melt or anything." He bowed lightly at the waist, to show his gratitude.

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"Not a problem, not a problem, not a problem~!" the Hatter exclaimed merrily. He tucked the jar under his arm, "I honestly not sure if it's within possibility for these little creatures to melt. They've survived worse, after all..."

His attention seemed to drift elsewhere until he focused in on Ryou's little table-top project. "What's this? Quite an interesting project you've begun, hmmm?" he bent over the table to get a better look, but not nearly close enough that he would disturb the contents of the table.