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Mister Iroh? I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come in to work today...I'm not exactly feeling too well.
I'm really sorry...I just need one day, and then I'll be feeling right as rain, I promise.
Thanks...I promise, this won't happen again.
[And as Rapunzel turns off the text part of her message, she accidentally turns on the video part, revealing that, no, she's nor right as rain at all. She looks like she's been crying nonstop for the past few days or so, and once she's done with her message, she quietly puts the device down and leans against her door, sniffling.]
...I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm mad, I should be really mad, but I'm crying...I shouldn't be doing that...
[She sniffles some more as Pascal and Ishamel come up to try and comfort her...]
...heh...thanks, you two...I just don't know what to think right now...I mean, what am I going to do with that?
[She gestures over to a plastic cup she's painted gold and covered with big plastic rhinestones. She made you a trophy, Flynn. Just like you wanted.]
...he doesn't deserve it. He lied to me...but he wasn't doing it to be mean...
...maybe mother was right. Maybe I shouldn't have ever left...
Mister Iroh? I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to come in to work today...I'm not exactly feeling too well.
I'm really sorry...I just need one day, and then I'll be feeling right as rain, I promise.
Thanks...I promise, this won't happen again.
[And as Rapunzel turns off the text part of her message, she accidentally turns on the video part, revealing that, no, she's nor right as rain at all. She looks like she's been crying nonstop for the past few days or so, and once she's done with her message, she quietly puts the device down and leans against her door, sniffling.]
...I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm mad, I should be really mad, but I'm crying...I shouldn't be doing that...
[She sniffles some more as Pascal and Ishamel come up to try and comfort her...]
...heh...thanks, you two...I just don't know what to think right now...I mean, what am I going to do with that?
[She gestures over to a plastic cup she's painted gold and covered with big plastic rhinestones. She made you a trophy, Flynn. Just like you wanted.]
...he doesn't deserve it. He lied to me...but he wasn't doing it to be mean...
...maybe mother was right. Maybe I shouldn't have ever left...
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Date: 2011-02-16 07:58 pm (UTC)Oh, Chris...thank you...
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:49 pm (UTC)S'not a problem. [He hands the ice cream to Rapunzel after some juggling and then something occurs to him.] You do 'ave a telly, don't you? An' a....disc playin' thing?
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Date: 2011-02-17 10:00 pm (UTC)[He sort of...works out where it is based on sitting room stereotyping and with a certain amount of exceedingly careful fumbling and searching around, manages to get the disc into the DVD player and loading.]
This's...about that friend o' yours, in't it?
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Date: 2011-02-19 04:32 am (UTC)[That makes her a little more hopeful, but...]
...He still lied to me, though. I trusted him, and he lied to me...
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Date: 2011-02-19 04:34 am (UTC)You....fancy this bloke, then?
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Date: 2011-02-19 04:36 am (UTC)He's the first person outside of the tower I've ever met! And I like him. But I like a lot of people here...having friends is confusing, sometimes.
...I like you too, Chris.
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Date: 2011-02-19 05:09 am (UTC)[The DVD is starting to go through its disc opening bits, and although he doesn't know how to skip it, he manages to mute the tv anyway. All he needs to do is keep being a better guy than Flynn, he figures, with this bird, and it isn't hard, apparently. Copper vs. thief. Probably not a contest...unless she goes for the bad boy sort of thing... He hopes she doesn't.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 05:21 am (UTC)So...what film is this?
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Date: 2011-02-19 05:58 am (UTC)[She can play guitar!! This makes her happy! Well...it makes her less sad.]
You don't mind pausing it for questions? Really?
...I can go get spoons, if you want. And, well, thank you again, Chris. It's really sort of nice, having somebody like you as a friend.
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Date: 2011-02-20 01:02 am (UTC)Spoons'd be fab, really, better'n eatin' it with your 'ands I reckon. [He laughs a bit weakly.] M'glad y' think so, luv.
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:47 am (UTC)[She grabs spoons and comes back.]
I mean it! You're a really nice guy, Chris, and a good friend. I'm glad I met you.
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Date: 2011-02-21 04:22 am (UTC)[Chris is trying to work her out. "Nice guy" doesn't sound hopeful. And is the repetition of the word "friend" pointed? Oh well. He signed up for ice cream and movie so ice cream and movie it is.]
Me too. Y' want me t' start it?
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Date: 2011-02-21 04:57 am (UTC)Yes, please...
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Date: 2011-02-21 05:19 am (UTC)So, who are the musicians? Are they brothers, is that why they all sort of have the same haircut?
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Date: 2011-02-21 05:49 am (UTC)They do look very similar, though, you have to admit.
...why are all those girls chasing them?
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Date: 2011-02-21 05:59 am (UTC)[Chris shrugs non-commitally. He's known about the Beatles long enough that they don't look anything like the same to him.]
Cos they fancy 'em, I reckon.
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Date: 2011-02-21 08:32 pm (UTC)[She blinks and tilts her head.]
They all like them? Really? Oh, that's got to be complicated and awful for them...
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