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WHO: (name of all characters involved, please include whether the log is opened or closed to other players as well.)
LOCATION: Traverse town. Whatever little spot Flynn's managed to find to call home.
TIME: Backdated to September 14th
WHAT: Rapunzel and Flynn bond over
RATING: 9.5, 9.3, 9.7 and an 8.4 from the Ukrainian judge

[Flynn is having a bad night.

Now, his life had many a bad night in it. But this one, well, it definitely makes the top ten list. He isn't one to let dreams get to him, but these. These he can't shake at all. Everytime he closes his eyes, they're there. Waiting for him right where he left off.

He dreams of the orphanage. He dreams of every childhood fear coming to life and finding him. He dreams of small prison cells and a rope tight around his neck. He dreams of a certain young blonde, lying motionless and blank-eyed. He dreams of it being his fault.

All in all, dreaming sucks, and he is done with it. He's quit his place on the couch, the living room -- the bedroom in the tiny apartment he'd given to Rapunzel. Girls needed space. To be girly. And... well he doesn't know. He doesn't want to know.

So he quits the couch and flops himself down in a chair in the kitchen, dark circles under his eyes, chin propped in his hand, elbow against the table.]

Aaah... maybe if I had something stronger to drink.

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Oh... Well, okay then. But then... They could still be out there?

[For a second there, she bought that. But then she's letting out a breath and forcing herself to calm down. It's nice to have Pascal pressing against her neck, since that kind of lets her know that Flynn was lying there.] That's a joke... right?

Somewhere yeah, but not making a point to run people down. They're just animals. They get scared, they react.

[Flynn blinked but grinned, reaching over to pat her shoulder lightly.] Yeah, it's a joke, blondie.

Look. Maybe this'll make you, or well, make Pascal feel better. I'll look out for bot of you, all right? Even if it might not have been exactly on my to do list, I agreed to get you out on your adventure and back to your tower safely. And I figure there's no time like the present to start trying to be a man of my word. ...never gave that one much priority, really. But hey, always good to try something new.

Oh... [She blinks slowly. That does make sense, doesn't it?] Sooo... there's no such thing as an evil animal. [It's not a question, but she says it with so much uncertainty it might as well be.

And then her head tilts slightly to the side, confused at first. But then her eyes widen a bit in surprise and she blinks, Pascal mirrors the look, even if deep down he remains as skeptical of Flynn as he's ever been.]

You would... really do that for us?

Well. The jury is still out on certain horses. [AHEM.]

Well... yeah. I would. [He clears his throat, suddenly a bit self conscious.] Don't get the wrong idea, blondie. You know the way it is. I want my satchel back. Remember "tear apart the tower brick by brick never find it blah blah" right? I don't have that much energy.

Besides. We're both stuck in this place. I'll look out for you. And you can look out for me. Sort... of a new deal.

[She quirks an eyebrow upward slightly at that. Idly she has to wonder on what an evil horse might look like. She certainly has not yet seen the horse of which Flynn speaks.]

A... new deal... [She seems to consider this for a moment, exchanging a quick glance with Pascal (who merely shrugs in response). It's certainly not a bad deal. And Flynn's a perfectly decent person to spend time with and... Well, he definitely knows more than either Rapunzel or Pascal do about all the things that they might encounter.

Only once she's satisfied with this self-argument does she turn back to Flynn with a little nod.] I'll need a new frying pan, though. I think I'm... much better at looking out for people when I have one of those.

[He'll let her mull it over, though he watches her, eyebrows lifted just slightly.

And then. Then he just laughs.] Yeah, we'll get you a good, solid frying pan. Just, you know, don't swing it at me. I've had my fill of that, thank you very much.

[A pause and he adds more seriously.] We'll be ok here, blondie. Just a matter of time before we find our way home.

[Hearing him laugh helps her relax a little, a little smile spreading across her face.] If you don't give me a reason to, then I won't~

[And then it fades, just a little, and her gaze turn back to some spot on the table. She reaches up to tuck some hair behind her ear with a sigh and, upon sensing the slight change in demeanor, Pascal presses against the side of her neck once again.]

It's... been a pretty long time, so far...

I'm still trying to figure out the reason for the first few times. [Breaking and entering, Flynn. It was because you broke and entered. But he's not paying attention to that.

He nods though.] I know. And it may be a while yet. But we'll manage. Besides, this place isn't so bad. Think of it as an adventure. With lots of travel opportunities. And you know, the company could be worse.

Wellllll~ The first time was definitely because you scared me when you climbed into my home through the window without calling.

[She heaves yet another sigh, an even smaller one.] I... I know... But it's all just... very, very strange.

I have to admit I didn't expect there to be someone up in a random tower in the middle of the woods. Or a random tower in the middle of the woods to begin with. Or you and your frying pan definitely wouldn't have gotten the drop on me.

[So he's not good at this reassurance thing. He works aloooone. Even when he works with other people. But well, more and more he feels oddly protective over the blonde. It's a strange and disturbing thing. But he reaches out and settles a hand atop one of hers lightly.] You're telling me. Strangest thing I've ever seen. But hey, could be a lot worse.

Even if nightmares seem to be an epidemic. [...this is him kind of admitting he's had some whoppers of bad dreams of his own tonight.]

[That brings her smile back, even gets her to laugh a little.] Or I'm just really good at protecting my home from strange men~

[She turns to look over at him again, blinking slowly. Her head even tilts slightly to the side as she considers him for a moment.] You were... having nightmares, too? About what?

[...oh shoot he did kind of admit that, didn't he? Oops. So he answers, flatly as possible.] Blondes with frying pans.

[Ahem. He sits back in his chair, shoulder hitching in a shrug.] You know, the usual. Monsters that hide under beds. Vampires. Hangmen and the gallows. [Yeah, that last one especially.]

[She thought he was serious about that for a second again. But then she decides he had to have been joking, so that gets her to relax again. A little.

But anyway. She's definitely curious about the contents of Flynn's dreams. She's read about these monsters somewhere before, but she's still not really sure what they're like... And she's read about the gallows, too.]

Have you... ever seen any of those things before?

[Flynn is quiet for a moment before shaking his head.] Far as I know, the first two aren't real.

The latter, yeah. Seen 'em. Would like to never have a closer look if I can avoid it.

[Her gaze drops a little, brow furrowing in thought.] I... read about hangmen and gallows somewhere before. They sound terrible.

I hope you never get a closer look at them either.

[Flynn blinks. Oh. He kind of let things get a little dark, didn't he? He was trying to cheer her up too. Oops.]

Well, I certainly don't plan on it. So nothing to really worry about. Besides, they'd have to catch me first. And that's just not happening.

[And just like that, Rapunzel's holding back a smile on pursed lips.]

Oh, really? The thugs at the Snuggly Duckling almost caught you, you know~

"Almost" being the keyword there, blondie.

[He totally had it all under control, all right?] I had everything in hand. No problem whatsoever.

[She looks amused.]

Oh, really? Sooooo... What were you going to do if I hadn't stopped them from punching you in the face~?

Well... I'm the improvising sort. Work on the fly, you know? Never know where life'll take me, so I have to be.

[Yeah no he would've gotten punched in his beautiful face and his nose never would've been the same.]

[She soooo doesn't believe him~]

Uh-huh~ Is your nose the improvising sort, too?

Apparently it is. That's the only reason I can figure why they can never get it right on my wanted posters. [Huge sigh. He's so much better looking than those give him credit for.]

Or they're just being mean!

[She leans a little closer to stare into his face, screwing her face up in false concentration.]

Weeeellll... It doesn't look like there's anything wrong it.

So unkind. If they're going to try and track me down, they should at least give me credit for my good looks.

[He blinks and looks at her, quizzically as he's stared at. ...despite himself he laughs, reaching up to tap a finger to her nose lightly.] That your professional opinion, doc?

[She giggles a bit at that, tucking some hair behind her ear.] I... guess they don't want to?

[And then she's tilting her head slightly, curious though she's still smiling.] "Doc"??