[voice]

[70ftandcounting]

[Rapunzel's voice comes across the journals, fairly cheerful but just as last time, there's hints of maturity and somberness mixed in.]

Tammy, I've got everything ready that I need to paint your room. Is there a good time that you'd like me to come?

[A pause.]

I extend the offer to anyone else, as well. I'm...pretty good at painting, so if anyone would like their room brightened up a bit, please -- let me know. I'd be more than happy to help. Just let me know what you'd like, and I will do the best I can to make sure that it's what you want.

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[yolonceler]

[They both need baths, really. Paint, literally everywhere. The Once-ler was careful to keep his suit clean, but there are some splatters here and there, and he is not looking forward to scraping them off. He rubs his hands together in an attempt to dry any wet paint, then opens the door for her.]

Not gonna lie, you've got some skill.

[70ftandcounting]

[The dress she's wearing is also spackled with paint, but she's less worried. She can make another one.]

So do you!

[They did it together, and all. His side looks just as nice as hers does.]

[yolonceler]

Hey, thanks.

[He leans on the door, watching her clean up. It's really strange, that this girl he's never met before was more than willing to spend, like, a while painting a huge thing on his wall. People don't do that, people aren't like that. This place is so weird.

The Once-ler is looking at Rapunzel with thinly-veiled suspicion. There has to be a catch now that the painting is done.]

[70ftandcounting]

[The last paint container is carefully tucked away, and she stands and straightens.]

You're very welcome. I'll see you soon, alright?

[Nope, sorry Oncie -- she wants nothing in return. In fact, she's headed for the door.]

[yolonceler]

[He steps back to let her pass, drumming his fingers on the door as he does. Tap-tap-taptaptaptap. Taptap-tap-tap. The Once-ler's eyes constantly drift to the wall. Damn. It's really perfect, isn't it.]

What? Yeah, see you. Soon. Definitely.

[70ftandcounting]

[She smiles to herself as she slips out of the room, satisfied with his reaction, and his answer.]