"Knight of Hearts…I wonder what brought you to my territory.” Blood shot him a derisive look. Seeing him was a really unpleasant and irritating surprise, but Hatter was too sleepy to have any sort of fights. It was daytime after all. And him being outside already is an unusual thing. It was happening only because the 3 o’clock tea party was bound to be held soon and Dupre was getting ready. Once he gets his hands on tea, the desire to sleep is likely to fade away. “Don’t tell me you are lost again.” (HELLO ;DDD)
A slight sense of satisfaction (at least, it was something like that) stirred at his chest. If he had a heart, it’d beat just a little faster. Alas, Ace’s boring little clock ticked just the same. Glancing from the corner of his eyes at Blood’s quick movements— it forced him back two steps, the smile never leaving his face. How annoying… he couldn’t let the knight have any kind of fun, could he? This is why they simply couldn’t ever be friends. Blood was just no fun.
"You’re similar to a mouse falling into a trap. You play it cool, but you’re really just the same as everybody else, aren’t you?"
He reached a hand up slowly (cautiously, really. If Blood did shoot, that’d be a big trouble for Julius), hand carefully gripping the long of the gun lightly. He didn’t try to pull it or force it away, but instead, tugged it a little towards himself.
"I told you I was lost, and you didn’t believe me. It was only fate, don’t you think~..? Ahaha… tell me, will you really kill me?"
"Will you really hurt Alice like that?"
This whole conversation was getting boring and heading to nowhere.
Blood seriously didn’t care about what the male actually thought about him. He was out if his concern and the only thing that mattered right now was the fact the knave still was here and not outside. “You may fall in a false assumptions, I don’t really have time to be worried about such thing, however, you are still here and this is exactly why I am pointing my gun at you.” everything would have ended a long time ago if the man in front of him stopped being so awfully stubborn and rather dull. As soon as the time period changes, the party has to begin and yet, he is wasting his time. A strong urge to just give the knight a good kick on the butt was overwhelming, but Dupre was keeping himself calm.
As soon as the hand of the red eyed reached for his gun and basically pulled it closer to his chest, Blood’s eyes closed for a while, as a long and very tired sigh left the mouth of a blue eyed. “Just to soon have a replacement of you, who could turn out to be even more annoying? No, killing you is not interesting. I don’t do boring stuff. However, shooting you is totally in my plans if you don’t leave. And I’d appreciate if you stop bringing Young Lady in this conflict.”
"She has nothing to do with it and you know it, knight.”