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"Hatter! Oh, Mr. Hatter!" Alice cried in joy, the white lace under the blue of her dress twirling gleefully as she skipped to the said man. "Let's go for a walk, what do you say? Or maybe join White Rabbit for a tea party? Come on, Hatter!" she clung to his arm, attempting to drag his body towards the direction of her suggestions.

"Ugh, Alice," Hatter clucked his tongue in distaste while hastily snatching his arm away from her fierce grip.

She tilted her head to the left in confusion. "Are you okay? Do you have a fever? What's wrong?"

"I'm truly very sorry if my actions came off seeming as if I liked you," he paused to scoff at the idea of someone actually favoring the girl. "You see, Alice," his hands, that were dressed in silk gloves appropriate for the tea party setting, gestured to the environment surrounding the pair with great exaggeration, "the creatures of Wonderland despise outsiders, and that's you, Honey. You don't belong here: You have a beating heart, for we don't particularly fawn over the oh so wonderful Alice because of that organ that allows you to fully live life how it's supposed to be lived. It's not your fault you were born with that heart, but it's not our fault we have to live with the ticking of our clocks in our chests, either ― call us even." The Mad Hatter doffed his hat, "My apologies."