Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Fuji’s bright blue eyes had begun to muddy to a mixed brown and it wasn’t quite clear yet what colour they would eventually settle to. Her forehead had sprouted painful nubs and it made it difficult for her to sleep. She knew the end one from a milky concoction her mother gave her before bed but the word stuck on the end of her tongue while Wari focused on the sharp smell. “Ka-moo sleepytime mook?” the girl tipped her pink splotched round face to the side with a questioning glance, wondering what Roo would make of the middle bowl.

“Speech”