[ She doesn't mind his hand. She never does. But hell if that hand isn't distracting. It's taking every ounce of focus she has not to have a tiny freakout. A happy freakout, mind, but a freakout all the same. Because speaking of that club, words cannot describe the envy she felt when she was forced to watch a moment like this. A moment she should've had all to herself...
Focus. He said something. She'll keep earning her "weird" label if she doesn't answer. ]
Ahaha. It does. That's what makes it so fun. Everything's so absurd, but...you can't help but love it. [ Then she nods. ] Alice is a little girl, so you get to see all this through a child's eyes.
[ Something wistful slips into her voice when she says: ] Just like when you have to learn all about a life you've never known before.
[ Oops. Too real! Back to reading, then. ]
So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) [ Sounds familiar... ] whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and...
[ The adventure continues. Monika's definitely attempting voices for each character, too, because it'd feel criminal not to. She has way too much fun with it, and an absolute blast with whatever poems she comes across. Eventually, she decides to take a break on a page where the writing twists and turns to look like an actual tail. And they haven't even gotten to the most whimsical parts! ]
Hey. Question.
[ She's being polite again! Alice is having an effect on her, the proper little lady that she is. ]
I know you're super old and all, but...do you remember being a kid?
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Focus. He said something. She'll keep earning her "weird" label if she doesn't answer. ]
Ahaha. It does. That's what makes it so fun. Everything's so absurd, but...you can't help but love it. [ Then she nods. ] Alice is a little girl, so you get to see all this through a child's eyes.
[ Something wistful slips into her voice when she says: ] Just like when you have to learn all about a life you've never known before.
[ Oops. Too real! Back to reading, then. ]
So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) [ Sounds familiar... ] whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it, and...
[ The adventure continues. Monika's definitely attempting voices for each character, too, because it'd feel criminal not to. She has way too much fun with it, and an absolute blast with whatever poems she comes across. Eventually, she decides to take a break on a page where the writing twists and turns to look like an actual tail. And they haven't even gotten to the most whimsical parts! ]
Hey. Question.
[ She's being polite again! Alice is having an effect on her, the proper little lady that she is. ]
I know you're super old and all, but...do you remember being a kid?