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Can you do something for Arisu and Hatter as a duo?

Okay you get a mini fic:

(Set immediately after Hatter and Arisu's meeting in Hatter's room)

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"So, anyways," Hatter says, settling back into the sofa between his two bikini-clad companions, "now that we've talked business, it's time to talk pleasure. Tell me, dear Arisu, whatever does a young man such as yourself do for fun?"

The woman on Hatter's left curls back into his lazy embrace, her slender fingers tracing absentminded swirls low on his stomach. The one on his right nuzzles into the crook of his neck, ruby-red lips pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone.

Although Hatter does not seem to mind the attention, Arisu does; it's weird, and even as he pours himself another splash of something from the impressive selection of liquor on the table, he can't help but watch the trio like some kind of sexed-up car crash.

"Oh, of course—where are my manners?"

Arisu accidentally makes eye contact with the man across from him, cringing both internally and externally as he reluctantly holds his gaze.

"Would you like one?" Hatter asks, wrist rotating to gesture towards the women draped about his person, "I'm sure either of my friends would be pleased to make your acquaintence."

"He's cute," the one on the right says.

"Like a little lost puppy," the lady on the left pouts.

"No," Arisu yelps. He takes a nervous sip from his glass. "I'm, uh. Actually, I'm—"

"Say no more," Hatter interrupts. He nods his head towards the two men in matching black kimonos standing silently towards the back of the room, "Gentlemen, why don't you come give our friend some company?"

Arisu whips his head around and sees the men approaching. Panic seeps into his bones—this is not good.

"I like video games!"

Arisu doesn't exactly intend to shout, but the rising stress of the situation makes his resolve snap. He downs the rest of his drink, not willing to risk looking at his host for fear of seeing the rage that lurks behind the man's tired eyes bubble up to the surface.

"Oh. I see."

Hatter puts a hand up and the men stop their advance. The women on either side of him steal a knowing glance.

Arisu almost regrets his decision. Hatter's expression is unreadable as he squirms in his seat and reaches into the pocket of his swim trunks—oh, God, is he getting a gun? Or maybe he's more of a switchblade guy, which might actually be worse?

In a flash, something small is being tossed in Arisu's direction, and it smacks him in the chest before dropping down into his lap.

For a moment, Arisu worries he might have been thrown a small bomb—there's something wrong with this guy, it could very well be a possibility—but when he isn't immediately blown to bits across the tasteful cream carpet, he realizes that he might not actually be in danger.

Upon inspection, what Arisu had been thrown is a key. A car key with a large keychain dangling from it. Arisu flips the metal medallion over and can't help but smile.

"Oh, I love Kirby," Arisu says, running a fond thumb over the pink character's image, "I main him in Smash Bros."

Hatter gasps. He clutches his heart.

"I main Kirby in Smash," he admits solemnly. It looks like he's about to cry.

"Finally, I am in the presence of a kindred spirit," Hatter inhales deeply. The bones in his body seem to relax even more and a wash of peace surrounds his aura. "What's your favorite thing about him?"

"I like that he can fly," Arisu says. Now that he knows he's not in danger of being murdered or having unwanted romantic advances thrust upon him, he's able to relax a little smoother into the sofa. "And how he can just sort of inhale anything. It's a really creative idea for a power."

"And he's just so fuckin' pink," Hatter adds enthusiastically, "and round!"

...Not exactly what Arisu thought he was going to comment upon, but perhaps it's worth saying.

"He's," Arisu says carefully, "He's got red shoes."

"He has red shoes! You are so right!"

Hatter leans forward—and sways to the left a little for a moment, until one of his companions gently nudges him back on course—and grabs a bottle of champagne by the neck. He spills a generous, foamy splash into Arisu's glass amd Arisu's brow furrows as he watches it mix with the dregs of whiskey left in the bottom. Hatter gives himself the same treatment, his much larger quantity of liquor combining curiously upsettingly with the carbonation.

"To Kirby," Hatter toasts solemnly, raising his glass, "The pinkest, roundest little bastard that ever did live. I wish I could eat the way you do."

"To Kirby," the women on either side of him, each with their own champagne flute held aloft as if this is a very normal cause to drink to.

Arisu raises his own glass. He really doesn't want to drink whatever's inside, but it'd be rude to refuse.

"Yeah," he says, "Uh, to Kirby. He's great."

And all Arisu can think about as he gulps down his somewhat-bearable beverage is how normal and well-adjusted of a human being he is, given the circumstances.

That, and the fact that he needs to pick a new main for Smash.

#alice in borderland #aib headcanons #useless headcanons #hatter as soon as arisu implies he doesnt want female company: i am ally of the year lmao GAY RIGHTS AM I RIGHT #arisu: if any of these people even breathes in my direction i will shatter into a million pieces dont test me #hatter's girlfriends are honestly so brave theyre risking it all for some crazy dilf action i respect them so much #also just as a note: hatter was in the host club business so naturally he'd not see an issue in offering someone company #to him its not creepy. its like offering someone a potato chip when he has the bag open.

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