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fandomtownies2014-09-07 12:11 pm
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Cafe Fina [Saturday Afternoon]
Most of yesterday had been spent in his home with the door locked, trying to get himself to remember. He'd waited hours but nothing had come to him so he'd grudgingly guessed this was permanent. The first order of business had been to change. He'd tossed the weird hat away, brushed his hair into something resembling neatness and dressed in something far more sensible that didn't required a battered leather coat and...body armor. Of all things.
The staff downstairs in the attached restaurant hadn't said anything to him and he'd repaid the favor by not saying anything to them. So, he still didn't know his name since it wasn't like guys from Wonderland carried around identification. The staff just gave him a wide berth (or maybe they were trying to figure out their own lack of memories) and Hatter took a seat in one of the more comfortable looking chairs.
His eyes were on the door, watching for passersby that might jog his memory or might look just interesting enough and safe enough for him to venture out. Right now, he wanted to stay with his back to a wall where he had the advantage.
Not that he knew what he was keeping safe from but some instinctual urge told him just to keep on his guard.
The staff downstairs in the attached restaurant hadn't said anything to him and he'd repaid the favor by not saying anything to them. So, he still didn't know his name since it wasn't like guys from Wonderland carried around identification. The staff just gave him a wide berth (or maybe they were trying to figure out their own lack of memories) and Hatter took a seat in one of the more comfortable looking chairs.
His eyes were on the door, watching for passersby that might jog his memory or might look just interesting enough and safe enough for him to venture out. Right now, he wanted to stay with his back to a wall where he had the advantage.
Not that he knew what he was keeping safe from but some instinctual urge told him just to keep on his guard.
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