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Posted: Aug 15 2015, 08:21 PM
He had recently seen Fintan. Of course, the endeavour took a while, after all, Max had to get himself up to speed with happenings in London. Supposedly, it had evolved even more, the technology taking over vastly and quickly. In just a few Wonderland years, he heard of London moving on from something very similar to Wonderland to something completely different and he was entranced by it. He longed for London and the normality of it, how familiar it felt to him. But he had things to take care of here, affairs that he had to keep a handle on before they’ve gone out of control.
That was the reason why he was in the Caterpillar’s forest now, waiting on him and giving him the benefit of the doubt as he did so. It seemed that Qaseem wasn’t all that bothered about timekeeping. Or perhaps it was on Maixent. He wasn’t sure. However, as distribution was largely down to him, as Max had other things to take care of, he would wait.
A fair win I have fought for my life A clean slate after all this time A revolution and now I am in charge My evolution is to shoot for the stars.
Posted: Aug 16 2015, 10:07 PM
It was baffling to think that somehow his best customer was also among his least favorite. The damned mock turtle was always blubbering about something new, and clearly had little regard for anyone else's time. But alas, his money was as good as anyone else's, and his patronage was certainly the most frequent, even if all he bought were what the Londoners referred to as "prescription drugs." Here in Wonderland a client was a client; medication for depression had been unheard of before the portals to Alice's land.
A look of disdain was still on his face when Qaseem finally made his way back into the Caterpillar Forest. However the expression changed ever so slightly when he saw who was waiting for him upon his return. That was right, the King had mentioned Fintan would be making a trip to London soon. His timing was impeccable, really; Qaseem's supplies were beginning to run a bit low and he was far from being able to produce what he needed here in Wonderland. "Majesty," he said giving the man a curt nod. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" A formality, really. He knew exactly what had brought the man to his part of the forest.
Always, no sometimes, think it's me/ But you know I know when it's a dream/ I think I know I mean a yes/ But it's all wrong/ That is I think I disagree