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51/332 DNF 9/20/24 I’m sad it was good till it wasn’t.

“Didn’t Alice from times past have many lovers?” Rook questions.

I laugh when he grabs onto me and pulls me closer. His nose is against my neck now as he takes a deep inhale. “Spaydz above…” Dee groans again.
“Does she not smell delicious?” I pull away and give Dee a toothy grin.
“You’re right. She does smell familiar in a way. Not from this time, but maybe from a time before?” Dee questions.
“A time before?” Rab asks.

Then I remember I rubbed myself all over Alyce earlier. Smiling widely, I jump up and run over to Dee. “Smell me!”

Dee’s brows knit together briefly before he shrugs. I grin. This male never questions my crazy, odd behavior. He shifts to smell the crook of my neck and lets out a groan.

“Like roses.” I watch as everyone cringes at the thought. “No, not like the roses here. Like what they used to smell like but softer and with a touch of sweetness.” The guys around me still look unconvinced, and I let out a frustrated mewl. Trying to think of a way to get them to understand, I look around the group of males.

I look over to Rab and watch as he raises a brow. I sigh then answer his silent question, “I don’t know. There’s something about her that feels familiar. Like she belongs here. With Wonderland and with us. Plus the way she smells...” I purr when I remember her smell.
“What does she smell like?” Mor asks.

This was going so well until the insta love hit. The second hand embarrassment from this is a lot. And the interactions don’t feel real.

Shrugging, he releases my hand and settles down on a stump a few steps away from me. “I’m a cat. I’m naturally curious, and it hasn’t killed me yet.”

Chesh’s smile widens, and his canines show as he chuckles. “Sure. Is this another Surface being thing?”
I grin and reply, “Can we say it’s an Alyce thing?”
He hums. “I suppose as long as you explain the Alyce thing after. I’m very curious.”
“You know curiosity killed the cat,” I can’t help but tease.

His eyes are what I think are dark brown but could be mistaken for black in the shadow of his hat. I can see tufts of messy black hair peeking out from under his hat with the sides of his head trimmed short.
Chesh points in the male's direction. “That’s...” he starts, but before he can finish speaking I tug on his arm. He looks down at me in question.
“Can I guess who everyone is?” I ask.