[voice]

[70ftandcounting]

Since...my hair is gone, Kloe mentioned teaching me some First Aid...I was wondering if there's more people out there that can help me with that, too.

Kloe...do you think maybe we could start tonight?

Comments

[yolonceler]

[W h a t a m e s s.]

I'm sorry.

[70ftandcounting]

You didn't do anything.

[yolonceler]

I may have overreacted. That's something.

[70ftandcounting]

I'm not angry.

[yolonceler]

Still sorry.

[70ftandcounting]

[She can't be upset at him. He's -- her friend.]

Forgiven.

[yolonceler]

... Really?

[What, he doesn't have to buy her a pearl necklace or anything?]

[70ftandcounting]

Of course.

[Silly Oncie.]

[yolonceler]

... Well all right, then.

[Is this how real people act? They don't demand compensation when he fucks up? Weird.]

[70ftandcounting]

...Are -- you busy?

[yolonceler]

Nnnope.

[He just lit a fresh cigar, but shh, Rapunzel doesn't need to know that.]

[70ftandcounting]

[DAMMIT.]

I have something for you.

[yolonceler]

[SHH HE CAN FINISH IT LATER.]

Uh, you do?

[70ftandcounting]

[You will get her angry face.]

Yes! Where are you?

[yolonceler]

... Inmyroom but there is smoke everywhere, so maybe we can meet somewhere else.

[70ftandcounting]

...Smoke? Again?

[SIGH.]

Alright. How about mine?

[yolonceler]

Yeeeah. Again.

[CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP]

Sounds good to me. What room?

[70ftandcounting]

[Audible sigh as she gives him the number.]

[yolonceler]

[CAN'T

STOP

WON'T

STOP]

Be there in a jiffy.

[And he is there, though in more than a jiffy. Don't worry, he left his cigar back in his room. The Once-ler double-triple checks the room number. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be to go to the wrong room? Really embarrassing.

Knnnock knock knock!]

[70ftandcounting]

[SHE WILL JUST HUFF DISAPPROVINGLY.]

...Once-ler?

[That was faster than she'd thought. She pulls the door open and hugs hi,.]

Hey! Come in!

[IT SMELLS LIKE SUNSHINE AND FUCKING SUGAR IN HER ROOM OKAY.]

[yolonceler]

Uh, yeah, hey!

[Wow she is most definitely hugging him. That's cool, that's totally cool. No sarcasm. He loves hugs. Anyway, sorry his shirt absolutely reeks of tobacco, Rapunzel, it's hard to get the smell out.

The Once-ler steps into her room slowly. It's been a while since he's been in a girl's room. They usually go to his place.]

It smells really nice in here.

[70ftandcounting]

[She smiles and pulls back and turns around, and -- promptly sneezes.]

Oh um -- excuse me.

[Blush.]

Thank you! [It's just her ~*essence*~. A nice sunny day. That's what it smells like.]

[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler needs to find a way to not smell like a hookah bar whenever he hangs out with Rapunzel. That's at the top of his to-do list. Maybe he'll make a special jacket?]

Sooo... The thing? For me?

[Straight to the point!]

[70ftandcounting]

Oh! Yes!

[She scrambles.]

I remembered the picture we painted, and thought...you might like something to match.

[8D? It's a cover for his bed that matches -- and somehow doesn't look incredibly tacky. That's talent.]

mushy scene incoming

[yolonceler]

Wow.

[Give him a second, because his heart pretty much just stopped. Someone actually took time out of their life to make him something personal. How long has Rapunzel known him - three weeks, maybe? And she...? She has to have some hidden agenda. She has to. But what if she doesn't?

Don't cry.

The Once-ler reaches out and takes the cover in his hands. This is definitely a thing that exists.]

How long did this take to make?

[He doesn't even take his eyes off it.]