tampered | ♚ OPEN LOG ][ no wonder you're late

When; Oct. 6th, Mad Hatter Day curse
Rating; G - PG-13
Characters; OPEN
Summary; On a day that you can be sipping tea with friends one moment, passing sugar with an enemy the next, only only to find yourself eating cake with a deity, this is merely one of the tables the City's inhabitants may find themselves dining at.

Log; Xanadu was always a lovely place, forever green and in bloom, and today was no exception, even with the many celebrations, small and large, quiet and boisterous, friendly and unfriendly, going on throughout the City. This table was large, from whence, no one may know, but it was set for as many need come, as many would come, tugged along by a merry curse that shouted clean cup, move down at whim.

Teas of all kinds, tea cups and saucers, biscuits and cakes, all available and scattered over the rich green cloth that topped the wooden table and trailed off in to the grass below. At the head of this table, a rare sight- one of the City deities, out for all to see who were lucky- or unlucky- enough to arrive there. A small hat perched atop her crown, of bent saplings, the leaves and a single flower serving for decoration as she beckons you enjoy the seat and fair that she and the others, that the curses have provided you.

As long as it last.

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"Such was the lot of a peasant," he replied with the proper sober tone. Almost. "At least, in eighteenth century France."

She shook her head. "Thank goodness we're not French."

And after another moment, "Does anyone buy your nonsense, Clow, really?"

"Do you think it matters, Yuuko?" he smiled. Really, where did she get the impression that he did this for anything other than his own amusement?

She half-smiled and leaned forward, resting her head on her hands again.

"Not to you," she answered, rolling her eyes.

"This pretense of sensibility doesn't suit you, my dear."

She laughed. "If you're not going to be sensible, someone has to."

Sensible didn't seem to include mature, however, as she dipped her fingers in her cup and flicked tea at him.

"Are you sure you want to start a food fight, dear?" he questioned, sipping from his cup in the most dignified manner possible.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Are you really attempting to take the high road?"

"Oh, heavens no!" he smirked. "I was just making sure you knew what you were getting into."

He cheats, you see. Where did that cream in your hair even come from?

That is cold and wet and dripping. In her hair. The look she returns him promises a thousand painful deaths, or at least hot tea in his lap, and there's no use asking where that came from, because if you're cheating, she is too.

Oh, ow. Fuck, ow. It's that kind of pain where you don't even scream, just gasp and freeze for a few moments until the pain subsides. Then he looks down.

Yep, liquid in lap. It's that kind of spill where it looks like you just peed yourself. At a formal tea party. Brilliant. (Of course, being a magician, he doesn't just have to live with the soggy pants, but that's not the point. It's the principle of the matter!)

He doesn't say anything, merely takes a few deep breaths to recover his composure and dabs at his lap with a napkin. And takes a cupcake from the tray. Not even looking at Yuuko.

She's a little disappointed. Here she was expecting an amusing face or an sardonic comment or something. But he was just ignoring it. Where was the fun in that?

But on the other hand, that probably meant she'd won that exchange. So she spent a moment considering the cream in her hair and how to get rid of it in a dignified manner. There was probably an appropriate spell for that.

(In hindsight, she'd probably say it was a mistake to take her attention off of him.)

Seeing his chance, he scooped a whole bunch of icing off of the cake with his finger and leaned over the table to try and smear it all over her face. It was white icing, too.

She spent just a second cross-eyed as she realized what he was doing, a little too late to dodge. But icing was about ten times better than tea, especially since it wasn't in her lap or in her hair. Even though the quantity was somewhat excessive.

"Hey!" she protested anyway, but then scraped some icing from her face with a finger and sucked it thoughtfully. Delicious.

Of course, if he was going to do that, she'd have to do something in return... hmm.

He chuckled and licked the finger that he had used. "I believe we're even now."

Yes, because he is totally the one who gets to decide this.

"We are not even," she scowled back, scraping away more icing. "You have to help fix my hair later."

"Is that supposed to be punishment?" he was honestly curious.

"Well, it can't be a reward or that would be encouraging such behavior," she answered, finally thinking of the cleaning spell she wanted (she doesn't clean much okay) and setting herself to rights again.

He is working on getting his trousers dry, in between snarky comments. There, almost dry!

"So, then, how loudly should I wail and gnash my teeth while I do it?"

"A repentant face will be sufficient. And skill with the brush."

See, she knew it wasn't the end of the world to get him wet.

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