[He opens the door and steps back to let her in. Enjoy your fetish, Rapunzel. It is, thankfully, pretty clean; he's not organized, but he'd put away the worst of things, and he's not gross, either. Acceptable from a teenage boy.]
You like it? I mean . . . you're like, the hair queen, so comin' from you that means a lot! Ha ha . . . I always feel kinda like a dork when it's down in my face like this, though.
[Still, a vast improvement over the shaved head of years past. He pushes his bangs back from his face, closing the door behind them with a light push and heading for the bathroom door, eyes still on her. It's not that he doesn't trust her—it's just pleasantly fascinating seeing a girl like her in his place, even for totally innocent reasons.]
You're looking good too, but I could say that every time I see you!
omg you are my HERO this apartment layout is great lmfao
[ And because she's Rapunzel, it's the word "queen" she latches onto, encouraged by what she decides to interpret as a term of highest regard and the ever-compelling idea of telling someone else what to do.
Driven by power and her mad, mad lust for it, she turns to Leon halfway into the space and grins. ]
Then you have just as good taste in women as you do in flats. I like your apartment. Is your queen free to make herself comfortable?
[His queen? She probably doesn't mean that how it sounds, right? But hey, he's not going to argue. He does have good taste in women . . .
Kind of. Maybe not that one time. But this isn't like that!
He lingers outside the bathroom, waving his hand at the apartment at large.]
's all yours, Queen Zel! I'm not gonna be too long! If you get too comfortable, I'll just come get comfortable with you for a while . . . nothing wrong with that.
[CereVice and chill?]
And thanks! My place is pretty great, right? I've got good taste in everything, including women, ha ha!
[ And because she's Rapunzel, she's immediately distracted from everything she was in the middle of, including that Thing where she flirts with people without knowing what she's doing or why, by Leon's turn of phrase.
Her eyes narrow. She squints, lifts an eyebrow, and chuckles under her breath as half her mouth twitches towards a grin. ]
How can you taste women. I've heard that -- "I have good taste." I've heard that before, you know, with... with food and everything. Buuuut...
[ Congratulations! Leon is now Mr. Professor and Rapunzel is right in front of him, green eyes wide, and eager to learn as usual. She's a student of the world! Or something. ]
What do you mean? [ Full-on snickering now. ] Am I good taste?
[ Because come on it's just a funny concept! Tasting people. HAHAHA. HILARIOUS.
[Whoa okay there's more than one question going on here, in two different directions, and he has to figure out how to address both because this girl certainly is a student of the world. At least she doesn't seem offended, which was the other option here. Though possibly still forthcoming, Leon thinks. Not in so many words. Leon doesn't think words like "forthcoming."
But the thought is there.
He holds up his hands a little, laughing, still a little pink in the cheeks. Even moreso now, really.]
Whoa, whoa! First of all, you can definitely taste a woman,
["if you know what I mean," except clearly she wouldn't,]
but that wasn't what I meant by that! People use that for stuff not food, y'know? Not just people either! Like, if I said someone had good taste in fashion, that'd mean I thought they looked good in whatever they've got on. Or if they've got good taste in music, it means we like the same bands! So when I say I've got good taste in women,
[which, again, is debatable, after certain events in his past, and this time when he says that he's more uncomfortably aware of it; it's edging into his thoughts enough that he can't quite keep it back]
I mean that I'm into the kind of girl who's good for me! Heh . . . ah, you can have bad taste in people too, though. Like if you're the kinda person who always ends up chasing after people who're bad for you, that kinda thing. It happens . . .
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You like it? I mean . . . you're like, the hair queen, so comin' from you that means a lot! Ha ha . . . I always feel kinda like a dork when it's down in my face like this, though.
[Still, a vast improvement over the shaved head of years past. He pushes his bangs back from his face, closing the door behind them with a light push and heading for the bathroom door, eyes still on her. It's not that he doesn't trust her—it's just pleasantly fascinating seeing a girl like her in his place, even for totally innocent reasons.]
You're looking good too, but I could say that every time I see you!
omg you are my HERO this apartment layout is great lmfao
[ And because she's Rapunzel, it's the word "queen" she latches onto, encouraged by what she decides to interpret as a term of highest regard and the ever-compelling idea of telling someone else what to do.
Driven by power and her mad, mad lust for it, she turns to Leon halfway into the space and grins. ]
Then you have just as good taste in women as you do in flats. I like your apartment. Is your queen free to make herself comfortable?
I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS
Kind of. Maybe not that one time. But this isn't like that!
He lingers outside the bathroom, waving his hand at the apartment at large.]
's all yours, Queen Zel! I'm not gonna be too long! If you get too comfortable, I'll just come get comfortable with you for a while . . . nothing wrong with that.
[CereVice and chill?]
And thanks! My place is pretty great, right? I've got good taste in everything, including women, ha ha!
(1/2) and what i was GONNA say to that was
Her eyes narrow. She squints, lifts an eyebrow, and chuckles under her breath as half her mouth twitches towards a grin. ]
How can you taste women. I've heard that -- "I have good taste." I've heard that before, you know, with... with food and everything. Buuuut...
it's perfect lmfao i love doing this stuff aaah
What do you mean? [ Full-on snickering now. ] Am I good taste?
[ Because come on it's just a funny concept! Tasting people. HAHAHA. HILARIOUS.
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WHAT A GOOD
But the thought is there.
He holds up his hands a little, laughing, still a little pink in the cheeks. Even moreso now, really.]
Whoa, whoa! First of all, you can definitely taste a woman,
["if you know what I mean," except clearly she wouldn't,]
but that wasn't what I meant by that! People use that for stuff not food, y'know? Not just people either! Like, if I said someone had good taste in fashion, that'd mean I thought they looked good in whatever they've got on. Or if they've got good taste in music, it means we like the same bands! So when I say I've got good taste in women,
[which, again, is debatable, after certain events in his past, and this time when he says that he's more uncomfortably aware of it; it's edging into his thoughts enough that he can't quite keep it back]
I mean that I'm into the kind of girl who's good for me! Heh . . . ah, you can have bad taste in people too, though. Like if you're the kinda person who always ends up chasing after people who're bad for you, that kinda thing. It happens . . .