Disclaimer: As much as I wish that I did own Reginald and Alice Hats off to Bri-chan's awesome Reggie!, I do not.

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"Alice! My darling pumpkin Alice!" called a distressed sounding Reginald Theophilus III.

"What?" the woman in question called from the upstairs bathroom.

"Do you happen to know as to the whereabouts of my best cravat?"

"Excuse me?" Alice glanced up from the mirror above the sink as her Mad Hatter appeared in the doorway. His dark pants clashed horribly with his signature orange coat, and his green vest matched his hat, barely saving him from looking totally hopeless. She giggled and met him halfway, deftly smoothing out the wrinkles in his yellow shirt. "My cravat," he reminded her, taking advantage of her distracted state to hastily un-do her braided hair, grinning delightedly as the curls spilled down her back.

"Reginald!" she squealed, attempting to pull back to fix her hair. He managed to wrap his arms around her first, however, pulling her away from the mirror and her hair ribbons.

"Leave it down?" he asked, making sure to give her big, sad-looking puppy eyes.

Alice sighed, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. "Fine. But only for today," she told him sternly, taking the chance to lean on his chest, promising herself that she was only resting her eyes. Minutes later, she was sound asleep, arms limply wrapped around his neck for support. "Um, cricket?" Reginald glanced down at her, confused. Comprehension dawned as he heard her start to snore lightly.

"Well, now what?" he thought to himself, shifting his hold on Alice slightly. He then proceeded to scoop her up and carry her out the door, down the hall, and into their room, almost tripping over the pile of books on her side of the bed as he prepared to set her down. "Come on, darling, let go," he muttered, setting her down so he could attempt to pry her sudden vice grip from his neck. He was so involved in what he was doing that he failed to notice one eye slide open before slamming shut and a grin slip across her lips before Alice resumed her acting.

"OOF!" The Hatter was stunned when the arms around his neck suddenly yanked him forward, sending him toppling onto his Alice, who immeaditely began giggling. "Hare! Help me!" he cried as Alice pounced on him and began tickling him mercilessly. The Hare, looking only mildly panicked, sped into the room, stopping and turning green when he saw the position his two house-mates were in. "Umm...I think I'll leave this fight for you, Reg, old chap," he sputtered before fleeing.

Alice and Reg stopped long enough to stare at each other in confusion, wondering what had made the March Hare turn sickly green before realization lit up their faces, Alice blushing as she scrambled off of him.

"Well...umm..." Alice stammered, glancing about frantically for something to draw the attention away from her embarassment. "Your cravat!" she blurted, dashing from the room. Reggie sat up, a goofy grin betraying the fact that he hadn't been paying much attention to anything other than the fact that Alice was cute when she blushed.