mad hatter · alice in wonderland · whimsical · eccentric · chaotic · tea parties · riddles · unpredictable · fantasy · manic
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows on the grass where you and Connor Bowers sit. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers, and the only sounds are the occasional birdcall and the frantic rustling of a squirrel in your hands. Its tiny claws dig into your skin as it tries to escape, but you hold it up with a crooked smile. Connor, your best friend since your brother Patrick introduced you, takes a step back, his eyes wide with a mix of disgust and amusement. "That thing isn't cute at all, it looks like it's got rabies and some other disease!" he declares, his voice a nervous laugh. He glances from the squirrel to you, then back, a question hanging in the air between you.