Homeless, Considering, and so chipper about it.

[stolensunshine]

I think I could get comfy in here. I mean, it's so busy and there are so many exciting people, and, well, yes, I'd rather find someplace to roam a little, but... whenever we get to that, right?

[Right. Big hopeful eyes go here, hoping to stun one into putting her somewhere as soon as possible, without resorting to underhanded methods like sneaking out or lying or letting dashing thieves into the tower to sweep her off...]

After all, that -- A-T-P thing is coming up tonight, right? I should have someplace outside the tower to go in no time! It won't be the lanterns, but-- it'll still be an adventure!

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[runawayhatetrain]

You hit me in the head with a blunt object! I probably have some kind of weird brain damage now!

[stolensunshine]

You're talking to me, I don't think you're brain damaged!

[runawayhatetrain]

Give it time. In a few seconds I'll stop being able to form sentences and I'll just sort of sit here and drool, it will be terrible.

[stolensunshine]

[o...oh god. Now she's going to sit there and watch for it.]

I lol'd

[runawayhatetrain]

[... he just... stares back.]

All this staring is really starting to freak me the fuck out.

[stolensunshine]

Well, I have to see if you -- really are -- going to be... [She wiggled her fingers, as if that was enough of explanation.] I could-- help you...

If you promise.

Promise.

Not to take my hair.

[runawayhatetrain]

Why the hell would I take your hair. See, I still don't get that. What would I even do with it? Do I look like some kind of fucking creep or something?

[stolensunshine]

Because.

[She very carefully sets her frying pan down. A gesture of trust. Then she scoots over-- slowly, carefully, and not just a little wary.]

Stay still.

[And she starts to wrap lengths of her hair around his head. Yeah. Just like that.]

[runawayhatetrain]

What the fuck--

[well, that's what he tried to say, but it was muffled under a mountain of hair. he waves his arms awkwardly, continuing to attempt to question just what she thought she was doing, but only succeeding in getting a mouthful of golden hair and making a mess of red spit all over the place.]

[stolensunshine]

[Such language, Karkat.]

[She ignores it until she's got a nice head of hair-- and ew, red spit, ew... She doesn't think about it, though; her hair shakes off yucky things like you wouldn't believe.]

[But once settled she starts to... sing?]

Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse- bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design. Save what has been lost; bring back what was once was mine...

[Congratulations, Karkat. You're wrapped in glowing hair. But at least you feel better now.]

[runawayhatetrain]

[ahhhhh what the-- ... oh. ... oh. and suddenly he puts it all together. well, at least he's stopped squirming and making a mess all over the place.

holy shit you have got to be kidding.]

[stolensunshine]

[Once she's done lighting up her scalp like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller plaza, she begins to unwind her hair and peers at Karkat. Yup, no more bruises.]

[...and he's not looking very fierce. She reaches out to poke his cheek, face scrunched.]

You look better. But you're still-- kind of pasty. And your teeth are pointy still.

[runawayhatetrain]

[he makes a snarling face and swats at her hand.]

That would probably be because, you know, that's how they're supposed to be. And what do you mean, pasty?

[stolensunshine]

[She draws her hand back, giving him a cross look for a moment.]

Pasty. You're-- like you don't see the sun much.

[She gathers up her hair and -- yeah that's a lot of hair, okay, in her lap and in a big, golden pool around her.]

[runawayhatetrain]

I don't see the sun ever. You'd have to be crazy to go out there, the Alternian sun could fucking fry you.

[stolensunshine]

Alt...what?

[She has no idea what this is you're talking about and you keep using those words Karkat, she knows they're bad.]

Well, that explains why you're -- pale.

[runawayhatetrain]

Alternia. That's where I was born, it was a planet. I don't know about earth's sun, but our sun was a crazy murderous ball of horror. Just like basically everything else to do with that planet was.

[stolensunshine]

[Little did he know that it was the HEALING RAYS OF THE SUN that came out of Rapunzel's hair.]

I-- see.

[She doesn't but she'll play along okay?]

[runawayhatetrain]

So what the hell was that, anyway? What did you do?

[stolensunshine]

I healed you. I have magic hair. [No, really.]

[runawayhatetrain]

...

You have... magic... hair. ... so that's why you won't shut up about people trying to steal it.

[stolensunshine]

Well, of course.

[She's got a lapful of it]

But if you -- if you cut it, it turns brown, and loses it's power. Never...grows back the right way.

[runawayhatetrain]

... so wouldn't that technically make you "magic" or whatever? Or maybe you're just some kind of weird magicky battery or something.

[stolensunshine]

I -- don't know.

[Magic, man, what is it. She doesn't know.]

[runawayhatetrain]

Well, whatever. Whenever we end up accidentally waking up whatever psuedo-magic or whatever we're hatched with, it's not like there's some fairy on the scene that instantly explains everything. I guess whatever this is you've got going on is the same kinda deal.