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WHEEEEE!!!!! IT BURNS THE RETINAS!!! Ugh, I keep centering more on Alice since she's easier to draw. Damn, I'm a wimp.

Random word challenge which I stole off tell-me-lies gallery since I couldn't find the original list (so don't ask for it)

Alice belongs to Disney and Reginald belongs to bri-chan

9. "Circus Circus"--
For one night and one night only, the fanatic acrobatic duo will be performing in the AT&T Center for a special display of their amazing abilities....and their feather head bands.

10. "Misappropriation of Funds"--
So my least favorite so far. It's sooooo BORING and does nothing to showcase the ROMANCE!!!! Alice doesn't quite look like Alice with that rather evil smirk on her face....

11. "Phantasmagoria"--
After much research (WIKI!!!) I discovered outside of the actual definition of the word, there is a movie (or movie idea rather, pitched by Marilyn Manson for a movie in 2010) in which the author Lewis Carrol is haunted by the image of a girl named Alice and goes insane waiting for the ghosts. soooooo, yeah, thus y Alice is in little girl clothes and like...glows...

12. "Yours and Mine"--
MINIFIC!!!:

Reginald dragged his furry white bunny slippers across the wood floor and opened his mouth wide for a jaw popping yawn. Taking a moment to scratch his behind and smacking a few times against the strange morning flavor in his mouth, a delectable scent drifted to his rounded nose, making him cease all prior activities to focus in on the intrusion to his senses. The steamy scent was wafting out the open door to the kitchen where his feet took him without his awareness. Stepping through the door frame, he halted to find his housemate pouring a second cup of his favorite hot steamy liquid. He stared at her for an endless amount of time at the entirely alien scene; he wasn't quite prepared for this surprise.

It seemed Alice could feel his unwavering gaze and it made her rather uncomfortable. She shifted a few times in her seat before finally turning to look over her shoulder, nearly dropping her cup completely when she realized Reginald was at the door. She quickly regained her composure and said slightly indignantly,

"Come now Reginald, don't stand there staring so oddly if you can help it. Come sit and have a cup of tea."

Reginald's gaze did not alter though he complied to sit beside her. As she placed the second cup in front of him he turned his gaze to it instead. He inspected it with extreme scrutiny; picking it up, dipping his pinky in and swirling it around a few times then watching the droplets drip slowly off it back into the cup as he held it up to face level.

His unusual silence grated a little on Alice's nerves. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye and huffed angrily to herself when she realized he'd yet to have any tea. Bringing her own cup down hard enough to make a startling clattering noise she turned her aggravation on him.

"Really now, Mr. Hatter, it's just tea. If you don't want any then you shouldn't have bothered coming over to the table in the first place!"

Finally he raised his eyes up to meet hers, forcing a blush across her features yet she kept her eyes in a firm glare, yet there was slight hurt visible in her face.

"You...made tea this morning Alice?"

His question was said in such a voice of wonder she couldn't help but avoid him by busying herself with her own cup, the blush turning even redder. "Really now." she mumbled around the edge of her cup. "The answer to that should be obvious. Of course I made it, who else would? Your bunny slippers?"

Reginald felt a warmth creep on his own cheeks and immediately set to blaming the steam of the tea pot. It really wasn't so surprising really, Alice making tea. She was a young woman of English birth so naturally she would enjoy her own brew of the stuff every now and then. Even his clearly insane mind could wrap around that. It's just...he'd always made his own tea and he wasn't quite sure if he could cheat on his old love by taking part in the drinking of another type. But a quick glance at Alice's face half hidden by her own cup and the blush on her face reminded him it was rather early in the day and it would be extremely unwise to anger his dear Cricket so early in the day for it would surely come back and bite him in the pants later.

Reginald brought the cup carefully to his lips, blowing on it a few times although the liquid had cooled to a tolerable level as he held it for so long. He inhaled a little and quickly dawned the whole cup. He set the cup down and stared blankly ahead for a few seconds.

'Delicious...'

Alice stared at him discreetly through the corners of her eyes trying to gage his reaction. A few agonizing seconds ticked by and her nerves were getting the best of her. It took everything in her power to restrain herself from demanding his opinion of her tea. Just when she was about to snap, he turned to her with his characteristic grin that seemed to crack his face from the intenseness of it.

She let out a subtle sigh of relief as he leaned back in his chair, looking thoroughly satisfied with himself. "Ah, Cricket, you'd actually be surprised by my slippers hidden talents. Why one morning I had woken up to find they'd changed every curtain in my house from chartreuse to beige! I tell you, I had to give them a firm lecture before I could trust them again."

The carefree morning atmosphere was instantly restored as Alice giggled into her hand and Reginald began his long compelling tale of betrayal and footwear. They continued in their cheery fashion until Alice firmly insisted it was time to prepare for the day to come. As she stepped through the doorframe, she was suddenly seized around her waist from behind and was met with a kiss on the cheek, to which she shrieked unconvincingly at her assailant.

"Tea was great, Cricket! We must serve it for six o'clock tea!"

Description
WHEEEEE!!!!! IT BURNS THE RETINAS!!! Ugh, I keep centering more on Alice since she's easier to draw. Damn, I'm a wimp.

Random word challenge which I stole off tell-me-lies gallery since I couldn't find the original list (so don't ask for it)

Alice belongs to Disney and Reginald belongs to bri-chan

9. "Circus Circus"--
For one night and one night only, the fanatic acrobatic duo will be performing in the AT&T Center for a special display of their amazing abilities....and their feather head bands.

10. "Misappropriation of Funds"--
So my least favorite so far. It's sooooo BORING and does nothing to showcase the ROMANCE!!!! Alice doesn't quite look like Alice with that rather evil smirk on her face....

11. "Phantasmagoria"--
After much research (WIKI!!!) I discovered outside of the actual definition of the word, there is a movie (or movie idea rather, pitched by Marilyn Manson for a movie in 2010) in which the author Lewis Carrol is haunted by the image of a girl named Alice and goes insane waiting for the ghosts. soooooo, yeah, thus y Alice is in little girl clothes and like...glows...

12. "Yours and Mine"--
MINIFIC!!!:

Reginald dragged his furry white bunny slippers across the wood floor and opened his mouth wide for a jaw popping yawn. Taking a moment to scratch his behind and smacking a few times against the strange morning flavor in his mouth, a delectable scent drifted to his rounded nose, making him cease all prior activities to focus in on the intrusion to his senses. The steamy scent was wafting out the open door to the kitchen where his feet took him without his awareness. Stepping through the door frame, he halted to find his housemate pouring a second cup of his favorite hot steamy liquid. He stared at her for an endless amount of time at the entirely alien scene; he wasn't quite prepared for this surprise.

It seemed Alice could feel his unwavering gaze and it made her rather uncomfortable. She shifted a few times in her seat before finally turning to look over her shoulder, nearly dropping her cup completely when she realized Reginald was at the door. She quickly regained her composure and said slightly indignantly,

"Come now Reginald, don't stand there staring so oddly if you can help it. Come sit and have a cup of tea."

Reginald's gaze did not alter though he complied to sit beside her. As she placed the second cup in front of him he turned his gaze to it instead. He inspected it with extreme scrutiny; picking it up, dipping his pinky in and swirling it around a few times then watching the droplets drip slowly off it back into the cup as he held it up to face level.

His unusual silence grated a little on Alice's nerves. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye and huffed angrily to herself when she realized he'd yet to have any tea. Bringing her own cup down hard enough to make a startling clattering noise she turned her aggravation on him.

"Really now, Mr. Hatter, it's just tea. If you don't want any then you shouldn't have bothered coming over to the table in the first place!"

Finally he raised his eyes up to meet hers, forcing a blush across her features yet she kept her eyes in a firm glare, yet there was slight hurt visible in her face.

"You...made tea this morning Alice?"

His question was said in such a voice of wonder she couldn't help but avoid him by busying herself with her own cup, the blush turning even redder. "Really now." she mumbled around the edge of her cup. "The answer to that should be obvious. Of course I made it, who else would? Your bunny slippers?"

Reginald felt a warmth creep on his own cheeks and immediately set to blaming the steam of the tea pot. It really wasn't so surprising really, Alice making tea. She was a young woman of English birth so naturally she would enjoy her own brew of the stuff every now and then. Even his clearly insane mind could wrap around that. It's just...he'd always made his own tea and he wasn't quite sure if he could cheat on his old love by taking part in the drinking of another type. But a quick glance at Alice's face half hidden by her own cup and the blush on her face reminded him it was rather early in the day and it would be extremely unwise to anger his dear Cricket so early in the day for it would surely come back and bite him in the pants later.

Reginald brought the cup carefully to his lips, blowing on it a few times although the liquid had cooled to a tolerable level as he held it for so long. He inhaled a little and quickly dawned the whole cup. He set the cup down and stared blankly ahead for a few seconds.

'Delicious...'

Alice stared at him discreetly through the corners of her eyes trying to gage his reaction. A few agonizing seconds ticked by and her nerves were getting the best of her. It took everything in her power to restrain herself from demanding his opinion of her tea. Just when she was about to snap, he turned to her with his characteristic grin that seemed to crack his face from the intenseness of it.

She let out a subtle sigh of relief as he leaned back in his chair, looking thoroughly satisfied with himself. "Ah, Cricket, you'd actually be surprised by my slippers hidden talents. Why one morning I had woken up to find they'd changed every curtain in my house from chartreuse to beige! I tell you, I had to give them a firm lecture before I could trust them again."

The carefree morning atmosphere was instantly restored as Alice giggled into her hand and Reginald began his long compelling tale of betrayal and footwear. They continued in their cheery fashion until Alice firmly insisted it was time to prepare for the day to come. As she stepped through the doorframe, she was suddenly seized around her waist from behind and was met with a kiss on the cheek, to which she shrieked unconvincingly at her assailant.

"Tea was great, Cricket! We must serve it for six o'clock tea!"