Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151108194536/@comment-24849899-20151112214737

Taking off one glove using his teeth to pinch the cloth, and slipping it right off, he placed his big, but soft warm palm over her head and found it was a little warmer than usual.

"Your forehead ish hot, are you sure?" He asked, this time a little more concerned than he needs to be.

But for the Mad Hatter, his touch, his size, his everything, just made her want to do something desperate, even if it could kill her... She wanted this East Wonderlandian Commissar, to hell to where he comes from...

"I could perhaps supp--MMpphh!" He was suddenly cut off when the Mad Hatter...