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[hairflyingheartpounding]

Mun? Hello, yes, it's me.

Um... Alright, look, I really don't think this is a good idea. I know you have a lot of doubts about it, too, and... This time? I think you should listen to those doubts.

You can't just take me from the middle of a great adventure and make me part of a family. Especially not if I'm going to be a kid. I'm eighteen now, and I've--

No, I'm not saying I want to suddenly have a stranger for a husband, but...

[Sigh.]

Fine. If you won't listen... I won't let you. If I could handle Eugene, I bet I can handle you, too.

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[truffulacide]

If there is, I'm not seeing it. I guess you'll have to make your own good side.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well...

You'll be there.

[truffulacide]

That's...that's hardly enough! I said a good side, not a sub par side.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Don't be silly! You're nice. That's not sub par.

[truffulacide]

[hahaha oh boy, if only you knew.]

You just caught me on a good day.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She just smirks which I don't have an icon for and shakes her head.]

Are all men like this? Not wanting anyone to know they can be nice?

[truffulacide]

[only the exceptionally manly ones.]

It kind of ranks low on my need-to-know list, yeah. I think you'd be disappointed in the long run.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

...Oh?

[truffulacide]

Call it a hunch. I don't really have much to offer unless you like music.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She will be getting all in his face now. Well. As much as she can. He's tall. :|]

I love music!

[truffulacide]

[his poor personal space bubble.]

You do? [his tone becomes a little more stiff, even lofty, as he fiddles with the guitar strap over his shoulder.] I hope you don't have any specific preferences because, if you're expecting something a little more refined than this -

[he raises the guitar and plays a few basic power chords in effortless succession.]

- then we might have a problem, you and I.

[corona]

[ And all Rapunzel can do in the face such tremendous talent (she's actually a little miffed beneath the wonder; this is one thing she hadn't at all expected to be wrong about!!) is gasp, hands coming up to cover her mouth before she breaks into enthusiastic applause. ]

That's incredible!! [ her grin is wide and slow, but equally as genuine ] I've never seen anyone do anything like that at all! How -- Are you part chameleon? How is that not painful!? Have you practiced? Can people learn? Could -- oh! could you teach me? Though I really doubt I'd be able to... [ Not that it keeps her from trying. Or looking like a moron while trying. ]

[truffulacide]

[gosh, that went better than expected. it never hurts to have your ego stroked, especially when it's as battered as his is. beaming, he does a quick little bow.]

It's not hard at all if you have the right tongue. Oh, and lips of course. Yours are small enough, so you might be able to do it if you relax them like - this!

[he pulls his upper-lip down over his top row of teeth, then bends his tongue over it like he did before.]

Liketh thisth!

[move along folks, it's just a couple of idiots playing with their tongues.]

[corona]

[ Considering the way this script is going, they're likely to draw more people out of horrified curiosity than anything. Frowning with comical concentration, she mimics him and...again, only succeeds in making herself look like an idiot. ]

Ith na woakin! Mebby malipth ah too big afta all... [ no really you can stop now ]

[truffulacide]

Maythve you're noth tryingth harth enougth! Andth stopth makingth funneth faythes!

[okay, enough of that. it's making the underside of his tongue hurt.]

- It's distracting!

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oooh! I like it! You play guitar, too?

[corona]

[ She laughs - which sadly means pulling her tongue back in and holding her hands up in a little surrender. ]

You know if I remember? You started it with your showing off. Making funny faces.

[truffulacide]

Duh, and you can't even begin to imagine how miffed I am that I won't be able to bring mine with me. It really will be like living in the Stone Age.

[maybe he'll have to resort to slapping stone together to make prehistoric music. real rock and roll. /badum bish.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She giggles a bit.]

You are kind of grumpy. I'll give you that.

I have so much I won't be bringing...

[truffulacide]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[truffulacide]

And once again: this is a good day.

Like what, shampoo? With hair like that, I bet you go through bottles of the stuff every day.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

So... What are you usually like? Because I'm pretty experienced in the selfish jerk who's not really so bad area.

[Yeah, it's been a whole DAY with Flynn.]

Um... No? Heh. Clay and wax and my mandolin... And the guitar, of course... My chess set and my yarn and knitting needles... My sewing supplies... My puzzles... My books... My darts and my board...

...And the frying pan.

[glistens]

[ ... ]

[ Don't mind if she mimics his first demonstration, exaggerating the face a bit. ]

Eathsy, asth you canth seeth!

[truffulacide]

[rude! have a lineface like so 8|]

What a vibrant imagination you have. The world needs more like it!

[and he did not look that silly! excuse him while we goes off to sulk.]

...Keep practicing.

[truffulacide]

"Pretty experienced"? You really gotta hang around a better class of people. [he pauses briefly as he considers her question.] Gotta say, jerk would be a pretty accurate assessment at the moment. With the way I've been letting people down lately, I might as well just accept it already.

[when she continues speaking, there's one word in particular that piques his attention.]

You...like to sew, too?