There goes that personal bubble again, as he steps right up behind her.
"Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a...very wet dress?"
And when she does turn to face him, her expression makes him take a step back. "Oh. I see. You don't trust me." The look on his face is not quite angry, but it's definitely annoyed. "Fine."
And the coat gets tossed down onto the arm of a nearby chair.
"I am genuinely hurt. Do you know why they call me Hatter?"
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Date: 2010-09-17 01:35 am (UTC)"Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a...very wet dress?"
And when she does turn to face him, her expression makes him take a step back. "Oh. I see. You don't trust me." The look on his face is not quite angry, but it's definitely annoyed. "Fine."
And the coat gets tossed down onto the arm of a nearby chair.
"I am genuinely hurt. Do you know why they call me Hatter?"