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[The morning after the dreams, Rapunzel is looking very pale, and very shaken. She doesn’t particularly want to talk about what her dreams were about, but judging from other things she’s seen pop up in her journal…]
 
S-so…I guess everyone had dreams last night, then. Of…of home?
 
[Swallow.]
 
Because I did.
 
Did anyone dream about anything…happy?

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[WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN MAYBE THAT SHIT IS HER FUTURE?

...Not surprising. Rapunzel is, at this point, just...disappointed in her mother instead of furiously angry.]

Oh. I -- see.

[abstinentzombie]

[...Okay welp that clearly didn't work. Kloe is disturbed by Rapunzel's lack of enthusiasm.]

Hey. Punzel. Everything's going to be fine. Got me?

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Of course it is, Kloe.

[abstinentzombie]

[That is not a satisfying response.]

So. Do you... want to go for a jog? Clear your head?

[70ftandcounting]

...Sure. That would be lovely.

[abstinentzombie]

Good. I'll be there in a bit.

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Alright. I'll...see you soon, Kloe.

[She'll be outside her door, hair in a braid, waiting.]

[abstinentzombie]

[And Kloe is there is less than 10 minutes.]

Are you ready?

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I am, yes.

[She pushes herself off the wall, and brushes herself off -- pants, she's actually wearing pants and a tunic. Isn't that something?]

[abstinentzombie]

[Gawsh, Punzel, you're really freaking her out.]

No dress today?

[70ftandcounting]

It's easier to run like this.

[She tugs at her breeches.]

I just trip over my dress.

[abstinentzombie]

Yeah, you do.

[Kloe always found it odd that Rapunzel ran around in dresses and everything, but she wasn't going to harsh her squee. But welp.]

Let's get a move on.

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[Rapunzel is running low on swuee these days.]

Alright, lead the way.