Chapter 27 - Tweedle Dee-5 (1/2)
Chapter 27: Chapter 3 Tweedle Dee-5
”You crazy? You a dog or something? What are you whining for?”
”It looks like we will see something fun happen in Wonderland soon. What did you call mea dog?”
Baby snickered, for he had remembered what Heart called Twins. You're the dog, not me. Instead Baby decided to tell the Twins something else. Was it revenge for being called a prostitute? Well, maybe.
”Want to know something interesting? Some men don't care about the size of a girl's breasts—or example, Heart or Mad Hatter.”
”No way. With their taste in girls? The only way that would be true is if they were both blinded.”
”So you do think of her as a girl?”
”Then is she a guy?”
As the rumors had suggested, one of the Twins was not too bright. Although they spoke of SoYoon without actually referring to her specifically, Dee didn't realize it. Baby stared at Dee. Baby pretended to run away as Dee started cursing. He had stopped by thinking that something bothersome had rolled into his friend's way, but by the looks of it, there was nothing to worry about.
After Baby left, Dee punched the sofa cushions, not knowing why he was so annoyed. The cushion exploded after one punch, the white stuffing poking out of its edges. He threw it to the side and buried himself under the blanket. ”F*ck, f*ck!” Dee cursed at no one in particular. But however much he cursed, he still felt frustrated.
SoYoon returned an hour later. Dee shot up and threw the pillow at her.
”Yo, Blondie! Why are you so late!”
SoYoon avoided the oncoming pillow easily. She turned to return it to its rightful place when she found the exploded cushion. She stared at Dee. Dee, feeling guilty, yelled in defense.
”What? Why?”
”Nothing. You hungry? Do you want to eat?”
”Is the only thing you ever have to say to me, is to eat?”
”I'm going to charge you for the ripped T-shirt and cushion…”
”Shut up!”
Was it a 21-year-old's puberty? SoYoon sighed at his overreaction.
As she was preparing lunch, Dee got up from the sofa and wandered over to the kitchen. He leaned on the wall and watched her from behind.
She turned on the induction, unwrapped the food, and poured the contents into a pot. She threw away the trash. She put the pot on top of the induction and stirred the pot with her finger. She reached for the cupboards.
Her white skin beneath her folded sleeves was blinding. It was the place he had been entranced by last night: her slender arms, sides, hips, legs. From afar, it looked to be straight, but he could see the curves of her figure. Woman, girl—she looked so weak that it would be easy to rip her apart.
”Yo, Blondie. What's your relation with that pervert?”
”Pervert?”
”The kid or child or whatever he is with the weird name, hairtail fish head.”
She'd never heard Baby being referred to those names—hairtail fish head. If Baby's lovers had heard him speak about Baby's silver locks like this, they would have ripped his hair out. SoYoon answered him, contemplating whether her nickname or Baby's was more offensive.
”Friend.”
”You consider that weirdo your friend...Forget it, end it right now. Hey, aren't you going to answer me? F*ck, what kind of pervert goes massaging his friend's chest!”
Baby must have made it sound as if they were in a different type of relationship. It was true that Baby had touched her chest before, whether it was to show her the way to massage it to make it bigger or to figure out the best bra fitting or for no other reason than just because he liked the feel of it. But that was just all in fun. And more importantly, there was no reason for Dee to get so upset over it.
When she didn't answer, Dee kicked the wall. She warned him the walls would break, but that must not have been the answer he was looking for, because he got even angrier.
”Then what about Heart and Mad Hatter...F*ck!”
There was no way that this man, who could have the most beautiful girls in Wonderland at his beck and call, would be so enamored by someone like her. Dee knew there was no point in even asking. But contrary to his thoughts, words he didn't intend to say kept popping out. He shut his mouth. His frustration mounted.
***
After leaving White Rabbit's house, Alice headed to Central. She decided to eat lunch then find White Rabbit. At Central, she realized the power of being the main character of a story. Even among a crowd of people, his aura emanated. Alice skipped over to the man with the ginger hair.
”Heart!”
Hearing his name, Heart turned. He was smiling. Alice felt both as cute as a kitten and as sexy as a wildcat.
Alice ran to Heart and clung to his arm, then placed her hand over his chest. She could feel the hard muscles under his thin, wine-colored silk shirt.