*slams Time's doors open* SURPRISE, BITCH!
“Heilige scheiße, Alice…don’t DO that!” the personification yelped as the delicate china teacup in his hands slopped its thankfully only lukewarm contents down the front of his shirt. Ineffectually mopping up the mess with a lace-edged handkerchief, he nonetheless managed a rather sheepish smile at the kindergartner who’d interrupted his tea break.
“I do seem to recall telling you not to come back, dear kindergartner,” he chuckled, with no real malice in his voice.
“…And yet, curious child that you are, you have returned. I would be lying if I said it was not good to see you. How have you been?”
He extended a hand whose fingernails, painstakingly painted with houndstooth and tiny white roses, bore witness to Wilkins’ finesse with a nail art kit.