Rapunzel deftly worked her fingers between the locks of Nat's hair back and forth; back and forth; over and under. There was a small hum of a familiar tune her "adoptive" Mother sang once upon a time-- before her parents had found the surprised, bewildered teenager and took her back home.
"Almost done," she said cheerfully after a half-minute. Years of practice have not been lost on her at all-- dozens of feet of hair will do that. Nat's hair was a breeze in comparison.
With a soft snapping sound, she uses one of her flower-shaped pins to tie of the end of the braid. "So, you know there's a carnival in town right~?"
She wasn't worried. As unruly as her hair was when she didn't lazily tame it into a ponytail or a bun, she knew Rapunzel had worked with a bigger beast. Growing up the way she had, Natalie never had someone to fix her hair, no one to teach her what to do with it. Once, she remembered her father combing her hair after swim practice, detangling it the best he could, while he could. It was nice, but also kind of sad, that she only remembered this one singular moment in her life.
Most of the time, she kept mum about her personal life – you'd have to be a level seven friend to access that information. But she let things slip by once in a while to Rapunzel, being stranded at the mall, having no one in the audience while she played piano.
She leaned against the couch next to her legs and fiddled with the end of her cropped grey shirt while she worked, finding peace in the simple motion, even closing her eyes. "Mm?" Natalie murmured distractedly. "Nope."
Rapunzel tapped her shoulders, letting her know it was done. She nodded with satisfaction at her handiwork. Natalie was a good friend, and didn't even question the long hair. Or make fun of her for it. Having grown up secluded like she did, Rapunzel didn't mind their unspoken bond of privacy about personal lives. It was an easy friendship, but the more she got to know Nat the more she wanted to actually talk to her about it. Friends were a new thing for her.
And kinda weird. Emotionally, anyway. Chameleons were easy in comparison.
"Well, there totally is. Funnel cakes, and a fun house, and craft booths, and clowns. You wanna go?" she asked, leaning over to rest her chin on Nat's shoulder with a lip pout. Her eyes were pleading. "I've never been on a Ferris wheel before either."
She wasn't usually an easy sell, often digging her heels into the ground, wanting to stick to her usual ways, but it was just so easy, giving into little requests like that. If Rapunzel wanted to skip through a field of flowers while holding hands, Natalie would probably do it... just without admitting it out loud. There is a reputation to maintain here. Or at least a great deal of self-consciousness.
"Alright, Sunshine," she yawned, rolling her eyes at the other girl. Nicknames, for the record, weren't really her thing either. This was the first time 'Sunshine' ever passed her lips and she actually looked a little embarrassed, wide eyes fixed on the opposite wall.
"So." She cleared her throat as she reached to pat the new braids, curious about how they looked on her.. "Scarier rides before food. That's my only requirement."
Rapunzel beamed like a ray of sunshine herself, her hands going into the air with a squeal.
"Sure, abso- Wait, what do you mean scary rides? What's scary?" she asked, not sure if she meant the ferris wheel, like a fear of heights, or that thing that flipped upside down that she was nervous about even mentioning. The blonde might have stared at it in horror for about six minutes when she first saw it.
Natalie shakes her head before she tips if back to look at Rapunzel upside down, a lopsided smile on her face. "Sorry. No, I meant the fast rides for adrenaline junkies. No jump scares or anything and I'll let you know which ones flip you over without warning you," she promises, crossing her heart for reassurance.
"We can ride in a bumper car together or the little coaster," she suggests, "and chill out in one of their little boat rides."
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okay i know they're pink clouds but i keep thinking of cotton candy....
"Almost done," she said cheerfully after a half-minute. Years of practice have not been lost on her at all-- dozens of feet of hair will do that. Nat's hair was a breeze in comparison.
With a soft snapping sound, she uses one of her flower-shaped pins to tie of the end of the braid. "So, you know there's a carnival in town right~?"
i accept this wholeheartedly.
Most of the time, she kept mum about her personal life – you'd have to be a level seven friend to access that information. But she let things slip by once in a while to Rapunzel, being stranded at the mall, having no one in the audience while she played piano.
She leaned against the couch next to her legs and fiddled with the end of her cropped grey shirt while she worked, finding peace in the simple motion, even closing her eyes. "Mm?" Natalie murmured distractedly. "Nope."
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And kinda weird. Emotionally, anyway. Chameleons were easy in comparison.
"Well, there totally is. Funnel cakes, and a fun house, and craft booths, and clowns. You wanna go?" she asked, leaning over to rest her chin on Nat's shoulder with a lip pout. Her eyes were pleading. "I've never been on a Ferris wheel before either."
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"Alright, Sunshine," she yawned, rolling her eyes at the other girl. Nicknames, for the record, weren't really her thing either. This was the first time 'Sunshine' ever passed her lips and she actually looked a little embarrassed, wide eyes fixed on the opposite wall.
"So." She cleared her throat as she reached to pat the new braids, curious about how they looked on her.. "Scarier rides before food. That's my only requirement."
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"Sure, abso- Wait, what do you mean scary rides? What's scary?" she asked, not sure if she meant the ferris wheel, like a fear of heights, or that thing that flipped upside down that she was nervous about even mentioning. The blonde might have stared at it in horror for about six minutes when she first saw it.
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Natalie shakes her head before she tips if back to look at Rapunzel upside down, a lopsided smile on her face. "Sorry. No, I meant the fast rides for adrenaline junkies. No jump scares or anything and I'll let you know which ones flip you over without warning you," she promises, crossing her heart for reassurance.
"We can ride in a bumper car together or the little coaster," she suggests, "and chill out in one of their little boat rides."