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[force_a_nature]

Oh no. This ain't happenin'. Yer not pullin' me out just to get my ass kicked. Click off that tumble shit and go back to your whiny ass little werewolves and Little Miss Sunshine.

Speakin' of her, you should hook me up with one of them. I could teach her a lot about what the world's like outside that tower.

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[strangelycryptic]

AHEM!

[hasstandards]

[He jumps, spooked, and turns around.]

Now where'd you come from, you...

[Wow. That is a lot of hair.]

[strangelycryptic]

[Rapunzel smiles, rocking on the balls of her feet.]

I came from over there. [She points vaguely.] You know, where imaginary people live apparently.

Hi! I'm Rapunzel.

[hasstandards]

You're Rapunzel.

[He eyes her up and down, clearly not ready to believe her. Well, she's certainly got the hair for it, since he vaguely recalls that being a main feature of the story.]

[strangelycryptic]

Yep. That's what they call me.

[She looks him over, echoing the look he gave her.]

And you are?

[hasstandards]

Sniper. That's what they call me.

[One more look, then he turns back to Scout.]

Alright, joke's over.

[force_a_nature]

What joke? If she was me, she'd be wearing less. I mean, if I had made her come here and pretend to be her, that she is.

You know what I mean!

[hasstandards]

You really expect me to believe she's some sheila from a story they tell ankle-biters like you? She's got the hair for it, but I'm not a bloody idiot.

[force_a_nature]

Hey! You believe whatcha want. I know she's the real thing. Chameleon, fryin' pan and all.

[hasstandards]

Chameleon?

[He doesn't remember that part of the story. Then again, it's been ages since he even heard it, and it didn't really hold his interest at the time, given it was a fairy tale.]

[force_a_nature]

Don't ask me. I just know she carries it around in her hair. Kind of crazy, if y'ask me.

[And cute, but he wasn't saying that.]

[hasstandards]

And you want to date her.