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fandomhighdorms2014-09-28 05:24 pm
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The roof [Sunday evening]
On the one hand, it'd been a really nice weekend of events, and Rapunzel was really, really, really glad that no one had come to see her. Because if anyone had -- if Mother had, since she was the only candidate, really -- she would undoubtedly already be back in her tower, safe and sound away from all the new things she'd grown to love.
But it still didn't mean that seeing all her classmates with their parents, and their friends from home, and their brothers and sisters and so on hadn't made her...well. Kind of homesick.
So Sunday night, when it seemed like most people were saying their last goodbyes, Rapunzel headed up to the roof with Pascal and her sketchpad to watch the sunset and think. She'd started to try to draw, but mostly kept finding herself doodling a dark woman with curly hair -- Mother had her problems, and there were things that she didn't miss, of course, but....
She just felt kind of alone, that was all. So she'd just sit out here for tonight until her loneliness wore off and she was ready around to be around other people again. She didn't want to end up sad when someone was telling her a story that should make her smile -- that wasn't fair to them, after all.
[here, have an emo roofpost! totally open.]
But it still didn't mean that seeing all her classmates with their parents, and their friends from home, and their brothers and sisters and so on hadn't made her...well. Kind of homesick.
So Sunday night, when it seemed like most people were saying their last goodbyes, Rapunzel headed up to the roof with Pascal and her sketchpad to watch the sunset and think. She'd started to try to draw, but mostly kept finding herself doodling a dark woman with curly hair -- Mother had her problems, and there were things that she didn't miss, of course, but....
She just felt kind of alone, that was all. So she'd just sit out here for tonight until her loneliness wore off and she was ready around to be around other people again. She didn't want to end up sad when someone was telling her a story that should make her smile -- that wasn't fair to them, after all.
[here, have an emo roofpost! totally open.]
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She hadn't missed the sentiment of what he'd said. It was just that if she addressed it directly she was going to end up sobbing on his shoulder for half the night, and she didn't want to start crying just now.
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"Eh. You'll find someone eventually," Barry said with a shrug. "And he'll probably have me and Ed giving him dirty looks and telling him to treat you right or he'll be walking the gangplank. Or I'll zap him and remove all his body hair. Plus if I don't run around barefoot how will people know were related?"
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She was teasing but it was true!
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Because that seemed likely, right?
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"Yeah, like that'll happen," he said when he was done laughing. "You'd probably harass me before harassing her."
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Oh no! Elsa better be scared, for reals!
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In what trial, Rapunzel? In the nonexistent trial of Elsa hypothetically being mean to her boyfriend?
Whatever, this was getting her mind off Mother, so she was just going to keep going with it.
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Barry would totally watch that show.
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Only in the sense that she'd wear down the prosecution with big, sad eyes and foot-stamping.
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"Public defendants," Barry offered. "And you would be totally awesome at that."
He'd pay money to watch Rapunzel raise an objection on the basis that the prosecutor was being mean and unfair.