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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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[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"??

I guess not. It's still pretty rude.

[He sits back then with a laugh.] Well, not that I spend a lot of time with doctors -- avoid 'em, best I can really -- but thinking about it, you don't really look the physician type.

They must be very rude people, then.

[She looks amused, tilting her head the other way.] I don't? So that means I can't tell you that there's nothing wrong with your nose?

Must be. Ruffians don't tend to have the best of manners.

[He grins a bit, leaning against the table with his elbow and planting his chin on his hand.] Well, I'll take your opinion into consideration, blondie. But only because I like you.

And that's why they're called "ruffians"! Right?

[That... makes her smile.] You do?

More or less, yeah. They earn the name.

[...oh hey, he said that out loud didn't he? But he smiles anyway, shrugging a shoulder.] Yeah well. A little. Don't let it go to your head now. ...your head has enough on it with all that hair.

[She tries to fight back an amused sort of smirk, straightening in her seat a little while she pushes some hair back over her shoulder.]

I'll have you know that my hair doesn't do anything funny to my head~

Uh-huh. Totally a non-issue, huh? All five hundred feet of it? [He exaggerates. But only a little.

She seems to be feeling a little better -- smiling at least. So he kind of feels accomplished if nothing else. It's helping with his memories of bad dreams too.]

It's not five hundred feet~

[She even makes a show of combing her fingers through it, and then arranging a section of it in her lap.]

Maybe more like one hundred.

Oh yes, my mistake. And that's a much more reasonable and average sort of number. Oh the girls I've seen with a scant hundred feet of hair.

[He's grinning despite himself. Because really, she's... well.

Ahem.] So... that topic still off limits, blondie?

[She smiles and looks proud of herself for a moment there. However he said it, Rapunzel is right and Flynn is proved wrong.

And then she tilts her head to one side, curiosity quickly taking over.] What topic?

[He looks at her levelly, trying to seem at least a little put out that he's been schooled. But she's kind of adorable, so it's hard. Really.]

The hair. The reason it's long enough to carpet a sizable room with.

Oh... Oh. [Her gaze drops again, then turns toward Pascal, who merely shrugs.]

Uh... Well... It's kind of... complicated.