[ Having spent eighteen years looking at the same set of walls, smelling the same smells, and waking up every morning to a view identical to the last, there's something fascinating and miraculous to Rapunzel about other people's homes. It's definitely her weirdest fetish interest, but as soon as Leon offers, she's nodding with vigour. ]
YEAH! I mean. ...Yes. Heh. Absolutely. I'd love to come in. If... you want me, that is.
[ Not the best phrasing, but she's thinking about what she saw in the mirrors at around the same time he's thinking about that fucked up feeling and it reminds her to feel guilty. Her own numbness is like a dream to look back on. Feeling so much now is more acutely painful than that had been, by far, but she's embracing it nevertheless. She acted like a sociopath and now she's making up for it. Simple. ]
...Your hair looks fine, by the way. Good. It looks good. You do. H-Heh.
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fetishinterest, but as soon as Leon offers, she's nodding with vigour. ]YEAH! I mean. ...Yes. Heh. Absolutely. I'd love to come in. If... you want me, that is.
[ Not the best phrasing, but she's thinking about what she saw in the mirrors at around the same time he's thinking about that fucked up feeling and it reminds her to feel guilty. Her own numbness is like a dream to look back on. Feeling so much now is more acutely painful than that had been, by far, but she's embracing it nevertheless. She acted like a sociopath and now she's making up for it. Simple. ]
...Your hair looks fine, by the way. Good. It looks good. You do. H-Heh.