"I don't know. Probably? Could be his wife. Or his mother. People always underestimate those mommy issues." Jerome started to braid a few strands of Jervis's hair, as it really was quite shiny and long enough for this. He used to do it with Jonathan sometimes, before they'd shaved it. "Who's Alice?" Might as well ask. It was always good to know a lot about the people he wanted to play with. Especially the ones he wanted to turn into players.
"Oh." Jonathan pulled a face. "Ew." Maybe it was nice and platonic but ... still, the way he said he loved him, he was not expecting anything but wife or girlfriend. "More original than mother." Jonathan shuffled closer. "What bad thing didn't you do, Jervis?"
"Kill her!" Jervis wailed suddenly, a horrible agony in his chest, terror blocking all of his senses. "I know what I'm doing! I am in control!"
"Ahh, so stressful. Let loose a little, my boy. Lose that control. Lose everything. All sense, all reason. Come join us in the madhouse and we'll start the tea party you've been waiting for." He was fairly sure he got the book reference right this time. Either way, he imagined some properly brewed tea would do wonders for that poor man's tortured mind. Really set it free. "I'm in control here. You're controlled. It's better that way. Isn't it, Mr Crane?"
"Sure." Jonathan didn't entirely disagree. He liked to have his own mind and thoughts but he had none of those before Jerome so he didn't linger on it. Jerome gave a purpose, Jonathan worked to that purpose and he spent less time in his head and more time in the pursuit of something worth his time. "Relax, Mad Hatter. It's a tea party. With the March Hare and the Dormouse."
Jervis groaned and sobbed, shaking his head and then looking at Jerome. "The frumious Bandersnatch! Beware, beware! No, you're no dormouse! You're a cat!"
"The Cheshire cat then." Jonathan was fine with that. "We'll have tea and conspire."
"Cheshire cat. I like it." He was fine with that. He kissed Jervis's cheek and then slid him off his lap and onto the bed, so that he could be comfy. Or miserable, shaking and afraid, whatever worked for him. "Now, children, daddy's gotta take care of some business. I'll be sure to get that file to you, Jonny, my boy. And you use that muzzle if need be."
He gestured to said muzzle and got up. "I want his mind a bit more open to the company line when I next see him, yeah? Don't let me down."
"You got it, boss man." Jonathan playfully saluted Jerome before he shuffled closer to Jervis, eyes wide and full of interest. Oh, this would be a fun 6 to 8 hours of chaos. He did so enjoy working with Jerome. He brought a spark.
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"Oh." Jonathan pulled a face. "Ew." Maybe it was nice and platonic but ... still, the way he said he loved him, he was not expecting anything but wife or girlfriend. "More original than mother." Jonathan shuffled closer. "What bad thing didn't you do, Jervis?"
"Kill her!" Jervis wailed suddenly, a horrible agony in his chest, terror blocking all of his senses. "I know what I'm doing! I am in control!"
"Lose of control. Huh. Definitely a compulsion."
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Jervis groaned and sobbed, shaking his head and then looking at Jerome. "The frumious Bandersnatch! Beware, beware! No, you're no dormouse! You're a cat!"
"The Cheshire cat then." Jonathan was fine with that. "We'll have tea and conspire."
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He gestured to said muzzle and got up. "I want his mind a bit more open to the company line when I next see him, yeah? Don't let me down."
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