The Hatter's Case

It was in the darkness that the certain Hat Maker noticed that he wasn't alone in the dungeon as he thought he was. Instead, Nicholas Hatter stared at the glowing eyes outside the cell and he blinked, "...is that you, Chesire?" He really wished that he had more lights, but the place he was in was dark, dusty and… dirty?

But it didn't stop him from seeing the uninvited observer that arrived. Their eyes were glowing in such a way that their other features became much more obvious. "Hmm… do I know you?" It was the young man who prowled closer towards his cell. The man nuzzled his face with a hand, "I haven't met a man like you in my entire life." The cat person declared it with such a huge grin as their cat ears twitched above their head. 

It made the Hatter raise a brow, but then he shook his head, "You haven't come here to release me from the cell, are you?"

Chesire tilted his head. "Why should I? I don't dabble in politics."