🂱𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 🂱

Hat? No Hat?

Tarrant woke up slowly, murmuring to himself. The previous day had been exhausting, and after his bath, he hadn't bothered to get properly dressed. He now regretted this decision, feeling the cold air against his skin.
He looked at the clock, realizing he was running late. Frantically, he got up and started searching for his clothes. However, to his surprise, his closet was completely empty!

"What the- No clothes?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "Who could have taken them?"

His thoughts jumped to his friends, Cheshire and March Hare. He figured that one of them must have played a prank on him. Despite the embarrassment, he didn't have time to waste. If he showed up late to the family workshop again, his father would have a fit. Resigned, he covered his naked body with his iconic hat and stepped out into the village.

As he walked through the village, the people couldn't help but stare and laugh at his unusual attire. Tarrant didn't mind though; he was more concerned about finding out who played this prank on him. "It had to be Cheshire or the Hare," he mused to himself, suspecting them immediately.
Finally, he reached the family workshop, where his father was waiting for him with his arms crossed. "You're late again, Tarrant," his father scolded him. "Five minutes late. Is this a habit of yours?"

"Sorry, Dad," Tarrant replied, already thinking of an excuse. "As you can see, I have a... problem. It's not my fault, it's-"

His father interrupted him with a smirk. "It's not your friends this time, son. It was me."

Tarrant was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn't expected his father to be the culprit behind this prank. "You? You were the one who took my clothes?" he asked, trying to process the revelation.

His father chuckled lightly, enjoying the reaction. "Yes, I did. I wanted to see why you and your friends find it so amusing to play tricks on others. You know I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it might be worth a try to experience it at least once in my life."

Tarrant couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I must say, it was quite an original idea. But why go into my closet and take all my clothes?"

"Well," his father began, "I figured that if I took your clothes, you'd be forced to come downstairs without anything to wear. And I was right. I wanted to see how far you'd go to avoid being late."

Tarrant chuckled, appreciating the cleverness of his father's plan. "I must admit, Dad, it was a pretty brilliant move. But seriously, my reputation is at stake here. The villagers are having quite the fun watching me right now. What am I supposed to do?"

Expecilay the young ladyes ... *His father chuckles *

"Especially the young ladies," his father repeated, chuckling. Tarrant rolled his eyes, understanding exactly what his father meant. "Very funny, Dad. You know I have no interest in the ladies from arownd here...they are to..."smart" for me, but that doesn't mean I want them gawking at me like a spectacle."

Tarrant...when are you going to learn...there is no "perfect " woman to meet your standards. at least not in this town......who will be crazy enought to match your crazyness? And..i know..i know the ladyes from this village aren't quite...the ..."briliant"ones...but still...

Tarrant sighed, knowing his father was right. "I know, Dad, I know. I don't expect to find the perfect woman who can handle my quirkiness. And I agree, the ladies here are not exactly my type. But why do you keep bringing this up? I'm more focused on my inventions and adventures than relationships."

Yeah...as your grandpa sayed to me when i was your own age " Why don't you build yourself a girlfriend out of hat material?" ...so why don't you do it out of mechanics? *his father chuckles , he must be in a verry good mood *

Tarrant laughed at his father's joke. "Tempting as that sounds, Dad, I doubt creating a girlfriend out of hat material would end well. And a mechanical girlfriend, well, that's just a whole level of crazy even I wouldn't attempt." Although, in truth, he had thought about it a few times...

"Half and half children, huh?" Tarrant mused, picturing the strange hybrid children in his mind. "That would be one crazy mix of genetics, half-human, half-mechanics. Can you imagine trying to raise them? I'd need double the sanity for that."

Tarrant smiled, feeling a bit of nostalgia. "Touché, Dad. I guess you and Mom did a pretty good job with me. I turned out... unique, that's for sure. And I owe my creativity and mad skills to you, the master mind crafter."

I'm sure you'll do good as the next generation in making hats whit that mind of yours... *but Tarrant didn't realy want to be an "Mr Hatter " like his father...he liked mechanics...but he didn't realy wanted to disturb his pap's mood...this was verry rarely ...when they didn't argue about something *

"Of course, Dad," Tarrant replied politely, knowing that objecting would only cause his father's good mood to drop. In truth, he had never been thrilled about the idea of being the next Hatter. It wasn't that he disliked hats, but his heart longed for something different, something involving gears and engines. He glanced at the hat his father was working on, then turned away, looking out the window, hoping no one is still staring at him.

*he felt stared at... when he got a glimse of a pair of green eyes ..then nothing *

Tarrant felt a sudden sense of being watched. He looked around and thought he saw a pair of green eyes staring at them from a distance. However, when he looked again, there was no one there. He shrugged it off, figuring it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.