Wonderland's Kiss (Pearce)

Please read Wonderland's Kiss first or else this isn't going to make any sense. This is if you have selected the Pearce route~

The room is a lot colder than the hallway you entered from. The reason, it seemed, was that the wide bay windows are flung open, allowing the bitter winter breeze to penetrate the air. Papers which probably originated from the heavy mahogany writing desk to the far side are strewn across the floor. You cross the room and quickly shut the window. Breathlessly, you gaze around: it looks to be a study or a library of some sort, with bookshelves lining two massive walls filled with a great variety of old and new books.

You walk along the bookshelf, examining some of the volumes there. The titles range from, "The Tea Drinker's Handbook" to "How to Buttle For Dummies," which is a bit odd to "Adventures in Taxidermy" which is very odd. There is also a note taped to the shelf which reads: "Alex- stop leaving porn hidden in the books, Phineas doesn't find it very amusing."

The creaky clatter of rusted gears turning calls your attention and you step away from the shelf hastily. You start when you notice Pearce casually leaning against the side of the fireplace which you swore was empty just moments ago. He appears to be licking the icing clean off of a mixing spoon.

"Where did you come from?!" you exclaim.

"What are you talking about? I was here the whole time," Emerald half-closed eyes regard the disastrous scene with a slightly bored air. "How nice of you to close the window, by the way," he continued, "it was getting a bit drafty." You glance at the mess on the floor; a bit drafty is a bit of an understatement.

You open your mouth to talk but he continues, "Anyways, you wanted to talk to me privately about something?" a small smile graces his lips as he pushes himself from the wall and saunters towards you. The light scent of cigarettes emanates from his general direction.

"O-oh, yes!" you brighten, "I wanted to tell you that I think you're handsome!" which seemed a lot more important at that time than it did now. You reach out and fix one of his buttons, smoothing out the tie gently, "and that I find you attractive," you gaze at him expectantly, gauging his reaction. But his expression didn't change, he continues to regard you in the same manner, unfazed.

"I think you're very attractive too," he replies, gingerly lifting your hand to his lips. His gaze captures yours as he does so, and he lowers your hand with a disarming smile.

There is something else you mean to say but you cannot quite remember it at the moment.