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The White Dining Hall is a magnificent room. In the center of the room if a long oak dining table, and on either side of it are hand made chairs. A fine cloth is laid on the table, and on the table are silver plates, forks, spoons and knives. On the the left wall are big windows, giving off a beautiful view of Wonderland.

Warren watched as she sped down the Hallway, his famous smirk on his face. He caught up with her easily, taking long strides. They walked down some stairs and in front of a giant wooden door, from behind which was coming a delicious smell of freshly baked bread and something sweet. Warren licked his lips, his stomach growling. With both of his hands, he pushed the door open and looked around, pleasantly surprised at the beauty.

Farrah was about to push the doors to the Dining Hall open when Warren did it for her. Ah, the advantages to being a small girl, she thought in amusement as she entered the Hall and greeted the servants and the cook himself a cheerful 'Good Morning'. She wouldn't let Warren's jerkness get in the way of her usual mood. "Good morning, princess. We'll be done shortly. If you would please wait for a moment." The cook said, smiling at her cheerfulness. Farrah nodded in acknowledgement but didn't sit down. She loved watching others cook, it gave her tips on how to improve her own cooking.

Warren frowned slightly. Why is everyone so darn happy? He thought to himself and walked into the big room, looking around. He then noticed the giant windows, which seemed to beckon him forward. As he stood in front of the windows he stood perfectly still. Arms crossed over his chest the assassin looked out on the Wonderland. The corners of his lips raised slightly. You never get a view like this from a tree, He chuckled to himself.

When the cook placed the plates of steaming pancakes on the oak table, Farrah immediately settled on on of the chairs and eyes the pancakes greedily. If it tastes as good as it looks, I will go to pancake heaven. She glanced over to Warren who was gazing out the window. It really was a sight to see. Even she loved standing there sometimes, just doing nothing and memorizing every single thing about Wonderland's landscape. "Do you want to eat or just stand there, Warren?" Farrah called out, chuckling as she helped herself to the little piece of heaven.

Warren looked over his shoulder with a scowl. "Since when are we on a first name basis?" He mumbled and walked over, sitting down reluctantly. The smell of pancakes reached his nostrils and he eyes Farrah's hungrily. But, something else caught his eye, a teapot. He smirked and helped himself to some tea; little milk, one teaspoon of sugar, and then he drank it slowly, savoring the taste. His smirk turned into a very small smile of satisfaction, ignoring the glares he was getting from some of the butlers.

((Question: Why exactly, are they angry at Warren for drinking tea? O.O))

((No, its the way he talked to the princess. I guess I should have written that down. ^^'))

((Ohhh right, haha XD))

Farrah looked at Warren, momentarily forgetting her pancakes. "Don't friends call each other by their names?" She asked, puzzled as she returned her attention to her food and started digging in, moaning in delight as it hit her overly sensitive taste buds. It did bother her that Warren didn't consider her as a friend but she was too busy scarfing down her food to focus on it. I'll deal with him later, she thought.

Warren had the cup millimeters away from his lips before he turned to look at Farrah with a 'your joking' expression on his face. He smirked then drained his cup. After he did that he swirled his cup around and looked at the bottom of the cup. He tilted his head slightly. A sighed happily and poured himself another cup. He drained that cup as well. Standing up, he stretched and rubbed the back of his neck, looking around. "What are you doing today?" He asked, looking at Farrah.

Farrah thought for a moment. Then her eyes widened in alarm when she remembered she had a session with her tutor today. Her eyes flew to the clock that was situated conveniently opposite the table as she stood up in a hurry, almost knocking her chair down in the progress. It was seven o'clock and her class won't start until thirty minutes later. Farrah relaxed back into her chair and breathed in relief. "I'm supposed to study with my tutor today, why?" She asked curiously, pouring herself a cup of tea to wash down the pancakes.

"So I can keep an eye on you. You can't trust anyone in Wonderland, especially not in times like these. People tend to get a bit... messy." He chuckled darkly and took another sip of his tea. "Oh, but I do want to look around the castle, get to know every crook and cranny." He murmured aloud. After he had finished his second cup of tea he got up, and looked at the clock. "How long will it take for one of your useless maids to clean my clothes? These are dirty, no thanks to you." He said and tugged on his dirty waistcoat sadly.

Farrah's lips tugged down into a frown at Warren's rudeness as she glanced off to the side of the dining hall where most of the maids are. They currently had their hands over their mouths, a gesture of shock as they looked at him with offended expressions on their faces. She decided to stand up for them and gazed up at him disapprovingly. Warren still easily towered over her even sitting down. "You didn't have to call them useless especially when they are going to wash your clothes." She said in a scolding manner, contemplating on what he first said. Don't trust anyone? Sure, Wonderland is dangerous but she had a feeling Warren was keeping something. "You are definitely weird." Farrah shook her head slightly and called one of the maids to wash Warren's dirty clothes.

Warren raised his eyebrows as she scolded him, a humored glint in his bluish-green eyes. "I;m sorry ma'am." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. She was certainly something; first she face planted into the dirt, then she nearly got turned into a tree, then she nearly burnt him and now she was scolding him. The thought of this made a laugh rumble from his chest. "You, princess, as girly as you are, are something." He shook his head still smiling a little, small but noticeable laugh lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. His smile dropped instantly as one of the maids started tugging on his waistcoat impatiently. "If you rip it, you'll pay for it and not with gold." He said coldly, giving the maid a harsh glare.

Farrah stared a little when Warren smiled. He definitely looks better when smiling. The disapproving look on her face vanished as she too, cracked a smile. "I will take that as a compliment." She said jokingly and watched as a maid approached Warren and tugged on his waistcoat, which earned the maid nothing but harshness from the assassin. Farrah gave her a pitiful look as she looked to her for help with a frightened expression. With a shake of her head, a sigh escaped from her lips at Warren as his smile went away as quickly as it came. "Maybe you should go to the room next to this so you can give it to..." She trailed off as she racked her brain for the maid's name. "Maribel. I'm pretty sure you'd like the privacy." Farrah nodded at Maribel as the maid glanced back at Warren, the scared look never leaving her face.

Warren glanced at Farrah then turned his body towards he, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Privacy, eh? Are you so sure you would want this girl in a room, alone, with me?" He asked smirking, obviously thinking about slitting her throat, but to anyone else he might be thinking about... something else. He stretched and yawned before running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I suppose I do need a wash, I almost smell as bad as you, dear princess." He said with a smile and pinched Farrah's cheek before turning on his heal and walking out of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. He didn't know where the bathroom was, but at least he would explore. But then a though crossed over his mind and he walked back to Farrah. "You are coming with me," He said, leaving no room for the poor princess to argue. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her behind him as he walked.

Huh? Privacy? Then it hit her as a light blush broke made its way from her neck to her cheeks to the tips of her ears. That came out really wrong. Gah, bad Farrah, stop thinking of that, she mentally scolded herself as disturbing thoughts crossed her mind. Because she had been so absorbed, more like disturbed, by Warren's previous reply, she almost missed the insult he gave her. Farrah frowned and went to sniff her hair if it really did smell bad. It didn't. Glaring scarily and failing miserably, she was about to tell him off when Warren pinched her cheeks yet again. A noise of displeasure came out instead of words. She huffed and crossed her arms when he exited the room, only to pull her out too. "Hey! Where are we going? I've still got lessons with my tutor!" She tried yanking out of his strong grip and keep up with him at the same time, not wanting to kiss the floor any time soon.

Warren glanced at her from over his shoulder. "I'm not letting you slip from my fingers again, young lady." He said then turned a corner, ignoring her comment about her lesson with her tutor. He smiled a little as she struggled, he always likes it when people put up a fight, it was quite amusing. "You... are going to help find the bathroom." He murmured as he looked down the Halls of any sign of where the bathroom might be.

Farrah grumbled a bit before swiftly taking back her arm and clutching it to her chest protectively. It kind of hurt and throbbed with each move she made. I'm pretty sure this'll leave a mark, she sighed and stopped abruptly from walking. "You could have just said so. I would've been more willing to lead you there." Her legs struggled to catch up with the assassin's long strides, turning a left, a right and another round of twists and turns until she found the nearest bathroom. Farrah stood by the door and crossed her arms. "There, I'm pretty sure you won't be needing my help in there and you have already memorized the way back. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my lessons before my tutor punishes me." She mumbled and turned her back to Warren.

Warren smirked. "For a spoilt princess she sure did have an attitude. Which was refreshing. He took a hold of her shpulder and spun her around then pinned her to a nearby wall. He leaned his face close to hers a myschevious glint in his eyes. "You never know, I might need some help.... And thr tutor coulf always wait." He murmured into her ear. Then he pulled away with a chuckle. "As if."

Sighing exasperatedly, Farrah raised her hands up in annoyance and gave Warren a look that clearly said 'What more can you possibly need?'. She once again tried to wriggle out of his strong hold on her shoulders and gave him a glare. "What is with you and hurting people today? Do you need help with undressing yourself now? Because there could be nothing I can do in the bathroom with you except horridly watch you undress your self right in my face!" Farrah huffed and bit the inside of her cheek, trying to avoid word vomit. Man, Warren can be so infuriating sometimes. Maybe not sometimes, more like all the time.

Warren's eyes twinkled in amusement. "My, my." He laughed and let her go. "You are a mystery, Farrah." He said softly. A smirk passed across his lips. "A mystery...." He rolled his eyes.


((I am on the app so short posts DX))

((Iz okay, Mollie ^-^))
"Just go and take your clothes off and give it to-" Farrah looked around for the maid who was to wash Warren's clothes but she found no one except them. "Say, what're you going to be wearing if you have no clothes at all, anyway?" She looked at him weirdly. I have a feeling this is definitely not going to end up in my favor.

Warren tilted his head to the side and scratched the back of his neck. He shrugged. "You can go find me some clean clothes while you take my dirty clothes to get washed." He said casually. He pushed off of the wall and pushed open the door leading to the bathroom. "I'll get undressed and give you my clothes." He said looking over his shoulder with a calm expression on his angelic looking face.

Farrah's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I'm treated with respect in this place and yet you dare order me around?" She didn't mean that in a boastful and angry manner. She meant it in a genuinely dumbfounded manner. It was true. People had 'requested' for her to do certain things every once in a while but never, never had she been ordered around like a maid by someone of lower status. It was just new to her.

Warren looked at her with a cold glint in his eyes. "With respect? Ha! You? Treated with respect?" He snickered. He turned to the bathroom door and opened it ignoring the creaking sound it made. He walked into the room and pulled of his waistcoat and his grey shirt. He folded them neatly and then placed them on the ground in front of Farrah. He glanced up at her and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe. "Spit-spot." He smirked waving his hand.

Farrah looked down at the neatly folded clothes on the ground by her feet, as if it personally offended her. Then her gaze snapped back to Warren, who was acting like she actually was his maid. She glared venomously at the rabbit, her mouth pressed in a thin line. If only looks could kill, he would be dead long ago. Farrah stubbornly placed both of her hands on her waist, giving him a firm and steady 'no'. She would have done Warren's bidding if only he asked nicely but no! He actually insulted her, to top it off.

Warren bit his lip his shoulders shaking slightly, then he burst out laughing at her facial expressions. He pushed himself off of the doorframe and pulled her towards him in an embrace. "Oh Lord, you are hilarious, Farrah." He chuckled and ruffled her blonde hair making a it look as if she had just been in the middle of a hurricane. He wiped imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled away from her as quickly as he had embraced her.

(( I'm so sorry Mollie for the late reply! I had my finals this week >,< ))

Farrah's jaw dropped a bit at the hug, barely registering the bird's nest atop her golden hair. So far, this was the only time Warren had shown any sign of affection and it surprised her greatly. Her hand flew up to fix her blonde curls as the surprise wore off, leaving a scowling Farrah in its place. "If you may please enlighten me, what's so funny? I don't seem to get the joke." She said with a tad bit sarcasm as the corners of her mouth turned down to a frown.

Warren raised his eyebrows, his smile turning into a cocky smirk. "Your facial expressions, obviously." He teased and poked her in the stomach gently.He straightened and rubbed the back of his neck. "So you'll take my clothes back, right?" He asked.

((It's fine, I'm travelling so... yeah. And sorry for the shortness >/<))

A heavy sigh escaped Farrah's lips before her shining blue orbs lazily made their way to Warren's face. "It's not like I have a choice, do I?" She bent down to retrieve the clothes a certain someone was making her wash, golden hair brushing past her shoulders. This is unbelievable, her thoughts grumbled as she straightened up and quickly stalked away from the impossible man. Perhaps I could pass the task to one of the maids instead. It's not like I actually know how to wash clothes. With a new task in mind, her legs eased into a steady beat, eyes roaming around in search for one of her trusty maids.

((Merry Late Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too.))

Warren's eyes traveled down to her backside and wolf-whistled. "Just keep running." He said and laughed coldly then shut the bathroom door and started the shower. The warm water was welcome immensely against his dry and dirty skin. And after only fifteen minutes he had washed his hair and himself and got out of the shower then wrapped a towel around his waist and tried to find another to dry his hair with. He opened the door. He was met with a maid who gazed up his chest and into his face, once she recognized who she was she screamed then ran down the hallway, flailing her skinny arms around her head yelling; "The Assassin! In the castle!" Warren's eyebrows rose with mock confusion. "She's a bit slow, or word doesn't spread fast. I am officially offended." He said and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying.