Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151108194536/@comment-24849899-20151112155759

He nodded in a negative position, saying no via body language.

"No, thank you though..." He calmly said once again.

He remembered... Talking to a mad hatter one time at a border armistice meeting to come by agreements and whatnot. He had a chance to talk to this one mad hatter, not sure of the name, but when he and her talked, you could tell they were surpressing their lustrous desires the best they can.

That's something for once Sylvester can admire is that they want to try and be as human as possible, but alas, is just not possible.

In a sense... He did feel empathetic towards them in a sense. Like trying to be in a civilian town when your a soldier hell bent on killing... and wearing a super scary mask at that.

But when it came to mad hatters when he worked at the border, he usually just let them have a chance to explain themselves and turn on back, and throwing away the report in the shredder.

..."I am hungry... Do you mind?" He asked.