mayfield_rpg | 02 : Open Phone Call

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02 : Open Phone Call

Hello, everyone! This is Rapunzel! I've seen some of you around, or at school...

Well, anyway, I just wanted to say that it's two weeks until prom, and I can make dresses for anyone who needs one! I've had a lot of practice, and I'd be more than happy to help.

And, uh... I have a question, too. What if someone doesn't have a date to prom? Or isn't really sure they want one?

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[At first, when the toast is taking off, Rapunzel is all applause...

And then it hits the ceiling without coming down. She falters for a moment, but...]

Well, I think it makes a nice decoration.

I never said I wasn't done perfecting it. It just needs a few tweaks.

[he winkles his nose when a few droplets of butter hit his forehead, wiping at the skin furiously.]

At the least, it'll be handy when you need breakfast on the go. See, that makes it even cooler.

[who's he trying to kid? it needs A LOT of work.]

[She climbs onto the chair and tries to slap his hand away and wipe the butter off gently, both at once.]

Then you can tweak it, and it'll be great.

Edited 2012-05-06 23:16 (UTC)

[hard to believe she's that much smaller than him; moments like these are the only time he realizes it. he looks down at her with a sulky look, more child than adult, and surprisingly just...lets her do it. doesn't even fidget.]

Heh. And everyone said I'd never get anywhere with a hobby like this.

[She doesn't hesitate before resting her forehead against his.]

You're going to be fine. You should follow your dream.

[woooooooooah. goodbye, personal space bubble.]

That's really nice of you to say.

[- but he isn't really smiling anymore. he's taken to gnawing on his lower lip followed by tilting his head away.]

But you forget who you're talking to. That feel-good follow-your-dream-and-wish-upon-a-star stuff doesn't usually work out for me. Been there, done that, didn't even get a talking cricket for my troubles.

It takes a lot more work than wishing on a star...

I believe in you, though.

It does. And sometimes believing isn't enough either.

[nor is it really even worth it if all your dreams do is hurt people and things. gently, he turns her face away.]

...Sorry. I should clean up here.

...Alright.

[She steps down off the chair and turns away... Only to turn back again.]

Wait.

Huh? [he looks up at her, about ready to climb onto the chair himself to peel the toast off the wall.]

...I really want you to come to prom. It'll be fun and I think you could use that. I could even make you something to wear, if you want.

...Oh.

[just a very flat oh. he doesn't look particularly angry or upset, but he's far from happy either. it's the sort of face you'd expect from someone who's just been told a piece of very shocking news.]

You'd really do that...? I mean - it's unnecessary but, but really... Um.

[there's that hot flash again. okay, this time? he's going to go with that freezer idea.]

...I just can't. Okay?

But I really want you there...

Pl...please?

[that he doesn't doubt, and a tiny, nagging side of him that he barely ever listens to urges him to bite the bullet and...ask.

none of that now. it's bad enough that they're having this talk; surely she must realize something's up. he's not going to make it worse by admitting that he has no idea how to get a date.]

...Look. Prom is... It's just not - [man, why is this such a big deal? he runs a hand through his already unkempt hair.] It's for those cool kids, alright? The ones I just said stand on one side of the room and have fun while everyone else does their own thing. And they have fun, too! It's always like that for everyone.

[he crosses his arms, offering her a little shrug.]

And, and they have nice suits and cars and even if they don't have a cute girl hanging off their arm, they still have loads to talk about with their friends. Those guys? They're never the odd ones out.

[he's rubbing at one of his arms. that might be the most he's said about the subject to anyone.]

That's who prom's for. Not guys like me.

...Oh.

Listen, I don't really feel like I fit in here, either, you know? So... We could go together? I-I can make you a nice suit and we'll have loads to talk about; there's still so much we have to tell each other.

You'd...do that? You'd do that all for me? [he points to himself, not quite comprehending this. give him a minute.]

Yes. I would.

[he's tempted to ask her what the catch is. there has to be one, he just knows there is. everything comes with a price. that's one of the first rules of business, and it's a good one because it can apply to many other things as well

...but the look she's giving him is too genuine for him to even consider getting suspicious over. she isn't lying, that much he's sure of.]

Did you ask anyone else? [his voice is quiet.]

No. Just you.

[so I was your first choice.]

I don't know what to say... Obviously I'm flattered, but. [he hesitates, trying to choose his words carefully.] I...don't know. I really don't.

[and just after he had that big blowout with Haruko. he can't go back on his promise to her, especially after what she said to him. that's just a matter of pride. he has so little of that left; at least grant him that much.]

...Can I think about it?

...Oh.

[She's not sure what she was hoping for, really. Or why. So she manages a smile and nods.]

Of course. Yes!

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