"Come on guys." Kennedy started down the path.
(All will be revealed……..eventually………..)
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(Ok.)
Curt shrunk back down to his three-inch size, resting in Kennedy’s pocket again.
Alice followed hesitantly, looking up at the purple-y wonderland sky.
“It’s been 20 minutes, what’s-“ Cameron said.
“-taking so long? The night is-“ Catherine said.
“-coming.” Cameron said grimly.
(Yea so what happens now I like writing bout caterpillars)
(xD)
(They find everyone else.)
(Oh. Okay. Curt must have the grandest of entrances.)
Kennedy knocked on the twins' door. "Guys I'm here." She said, her voice muffled.
Cameron opened the door, “Welcome Kennedy. We’ve been-“
“-waiting for you.” Catherine said, “You brought-“
“-guests, I see.”
“Woah, what?” A.ice said. “Are you Twins? Cheshire Cat, I’m guessing?”
“Correct, and-“ Catherine stated.
“-correct again. Come on-“ Cameron said.
“-in.” Catherine said, backing up with Cameron.
(Woah @ScarletAndHerSides you are doin a great job of makin them creepy)
Curt grew to two feet and exploded out of Kennedy’s pocket, landing on the floor and striking a pose. “How-d-do, Cheshire children?” He asked, moving to a low chair and sitting on its cushion.
“Perfect.” Catherine and Cameron said in unison, wearing identical smiles.
“You guys may-“ Cameron said.
“-stay here for the night. After all what comes out at-“ Catherine stated.
“-night is most unpleasant.”
(:P)
(Yea!)
Kennedy smiled and closed the door behind her, plopping down on the ground. "You two can be really creepy sometimes, you know that?"
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"Yeah, they can be creepy."
"I know that. I practically grew up with them, remember??"
“Call us creepy-“ Catherine hissed.
“-one more time. Out you go-“ Cameron spat.
“-into the darkness. You are-“
“-wearing out our patience.”
“Nobody’s tryin to offend you, Cheshires. Chill,” Curt said.
"Wow. Okay. Consider me warned." Sheesh these two have no sense of humor.
Catherine and Cameron glared at Curt, then the rest of them.
“Make yourself comfortable-“ Cameron said, leaning on a table.
“-you’ll all sleep on the floor. The upstairs is-“ Catherine informed.
“-is not allowed to be entered.”
Kennedy shrugged. "I'm cool with that." Then there was a poof and she was a bunny again.
“Hey!” Curt complained. “There goes my large comfy pocket.”
He shrunk down and resumed his original spot in Bunny’s-now way smaller-coat pocket.
Catherine and Cameron turned to the stairs in unison, walking upstairs.
“Bunny, can you sleep now?” Curt said, his voice muffled by the cloth of the pocket. “I’m tired and I can’t sleep unless you stop moving so much.”