A few plates and cups laid scattered about and shattered on the floor around his feet, and he frowned at them in annoyance. Stupid, lifeless things they were. Earlier, he'd attempted to make cake for a small tea party with the Hatter. The man had seemed awfully gloomy again, as of late, and Alixander had decided a good old fashioned tea party would pull him out of it. At least for awhile, anyway. He knew he was probably moping about Dinah again, but personally, he couldn't understand why the man would mope about the past, something he couldn't change. After looking at the mess he made, he kneeled down and picked up the shards of broken glass, figuring the Hatter would be upset that he'd broken things again. Not that it was entirely his fault, he'd lost his patience with the cake which laid on the counter, a bit burnt. In his case, he simply could not accept his own cooking unless it was rather perfect.<br/><br/>The glass cut into his fingers a bit, but he ignored the small, meaningless cuts. Besides, they were shallow, and such wounds healed rather quickly. After a few minutes, he'd managed to gather most, if not all the shattered pieces, and threw them out. With that done, he washed his hands in case there were still shards of glass left, then went off to the bathroom to bandage his hands. As he did this, he peered down the hallway, at the stairs leading up and yelled for the Hatter. "Hey Hatter, let's have a tea party!!! Stop mopin' around already and help me out!!!" He made sure to raise his voice just enough so that the Hatter may be able to hear him, having no regard for who else may hear him. Besides, perhaps he could coax Louis out of his home, he was always willing to have tea parties with the Hatter and himself. Even if he generally fell asleep at the table before the tea party really got anywhere.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Over in the forest, in his tree-based home, was none other then Louis himself. There were curtains over the windows he'd carved out of the tree when he first made his home, which was dark enough to keep any sort of sunlight out. Though around the edges, one could still see the faint glimmer of sunlight, although it wasn't nearly light enough to really brighten anything. Slumped over on the floor was Louis, and he slowly began to stir. His brown eyes opening slowly as they adjusted and took in his surroundings. It took him a moment to orient himself, and he gazed at the hard, packed dirt floor beneath him. How had he ended up here....? He'd previously been about to head out for a little stroll through the night, or at least, he thought that's what he'd been about to do. Or perhaps he'd been about to head over to the Hatter's...he couldn't truly remember, but the fact remained that he'd fallen asleep on his floor, and there was a dull pain in the back of his head. Alix was always scolding him and claimed he'd one day end up being the death of himself, but it wasn't necessarily his fault that he fell asleep so easily.<br/><br/>His light eyes shifted to the window, and realized it was day again. Time seemed to pass rather quickly for him, but this was no doubt because he didn't do much other then sleep half the time. A small yawn escaped his pale pink lips, and he headed for the bathroom. It was simple and plain, just the regular bathroom necessities were found inside. The mirror above the sink was a large, broken shard of glass, and as he looked at himself, noting his rumpled appearance, he turned on the faucet to clear the dirt off of his arms and face. Once he removed all signs of dirt, he noted the bruises along his arms and even one on his face. All of these, believe it or not, had been more or less accidentally self inflicted, from all the times he'd simply fallen fast asleep while standing, or even walking.