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[owninvention]

Who: owninvention and paints_lanterns
When: Friday. 9 September.
Where: MAC -> Somewhere.
Summary: A couple of Disney characters hang out or something. IDK.
Warnings: No.
Format: Quick like a horse.
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[paints_lanterns]

[Rapunzel didn't get a lot of visitors, usually Momiji once a week, but lately Flynn had been coming by...generally with more and more obvious excuses. Not that she minded at all, of course! But still...]

[She peeked through the little peephole, seeing it was him, and smiled to herself even as she took a step back.]

Just a second!

[A quick flurry of motion as she did some cleaning, mostly just a few spots of things from when she had straightened up in the morning, including carefully placing Pascal on the table, ignoring his roll of the eyes. Her hair was still everywhere, but there wasn't actually anything she could do about that. And then she opened the door, smiling brightly.]

Eugene! Hi.

[owninvention]

[Obvious they may be, but he would like to pretend they weren't for just a little while long. It made things decidedly less complicated. Besides, he had a reputation to keep. Somewhere. That wasn't actually in the City, but that probably wasn't the point.]

[He pushed away from the wall as the door opened, returning the smile. His name gets easier to hear each time she says it. Almost natural.]

Hey. So, how busy are you right now?

[paints_lanterns]

[Rapunzel blinked at the question, peering over her shoulder at the apartment where she'd been doing very little a moment before.]

I...uhm. Not very busy at all? [She answered as she turned back to him, stepping back so he could come in if he wanted to. She had the television on, tuned to the weather channel at the moment, which had a show about monsoons on.]

Do you need something?

[owninvention]

[He doesn't answer just yet, taking the invitation and walking into the apartment, stepping around her hair as it lay across the floor and furniture.]

Just wanted - to see you.

[He crosses his arms, trying to appear much less nervous than he feels. Courting just wasn't something criminals did much of and with neither of them having parents - well, Rapunzel had a mother... who wasn't in the City - to arrange anything between them. On top of that, his knowledge of twenty-first century romance customs are limited to seeing couples kissing on the street.]

[This left him clueless and still way too prideful to see advice.]

Do you want to go somewhere? The weather can't be that interesting, Goldie.