[ WELL! He is just going to march right outside and look for--
...
Goddamn it, Allen.
He's certain the cat's out of the bag (but not completely certain; Allen's not the brightest bulb, after all). But even so, the idea of asking for help in retrieving his scabbard is unacceptable. The whole debacle had been his idea, after all (Hatter's, really, but never mind that).
On the other hand, it's not as though he can actually find it on his own, what's he going to do, crouch down and feel for it with ooze monsters slithering about? Even if he could ask Allen, he wouldn't. Hadn't he just fretted himself sick over the idea that this stupid boy might have been grievously injured on his account?
Yet he can't walk about with an unsheathed weapon; and he needs his cane to help him see. ]
Right.
[ In the end, there's only one option (Hatter flutters at his chest, excited). He presses past Allen, his hand on the door, to open it. ]
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Goddamn it, Allen.
He's certain the cat's out of the bag (but not completely certain; Allen's not the brightest bulb, after all). But even so, the idea of asking for help in retrieving his scabbard is unacceptable. The whole debacle had been his idea, after all (Hatter's, really, but never mind that).
On the other hand, it's not as though he can actually find it on his own, what's he going to do, crouch down and feel for it with ooze monsters slithering about? Even if he could ask Allen, he wouldn't. Hadn't he just fretted himself sick over the idea that this stupid boy might have been grievously injured on his account?
Yet he can't walk about with an unsheathed weapon; and he needs his cane to help him see. ]
Right.
[ In the end, there's only one option (Hatter flutters at his chest, excited). He presses past Allen, his hand on the door, to open it. ]