paixaorpg | Frying Pan, Stage Left [Complete/Closed]

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Frying Pan, Stage Left [Complete/Closed]

Character(s): Rapunzel and Flynn Rider
Content: Flynn's return to Paixao and Rapunzel's oh so amusing reaction.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Backdated to week 27
Warnings: Frying pans.

Rapunzel had managed to doze off for a while. After leaving Flynn to rest in his room, the girl had gone through the door to her own room and laid down. She figured that when Flynn woke he'd come to her door and knock, rousing her from sleep. But the knock never came, and Rapunzel blinked her eyes open some time later, looking around at her room. Once she remembered where she was and what was going on, she sat up with a start.

"I fell asleep. I hope he wasn't waiting for me!" Gathering her hair and and scampering from the room, Rapunzel looked around the hall and didn't see Flynn anywhere around. "I should check his room." So she knocked on the door, waited, and when no response came she placed a hand on the doorknob and turned it, clicking the door open and stepping inside.

"Eugene, are you here?"

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Flynn was just now climbing back in the window of his hotel room from outside. He hadn't wanted to warn Rapunzel of his absence by using the door. He looked up sharply as the doorknob turned, and he wondered why he hadn't locked it. And when he saw Rapunzel's face when the door opened, he realized very quickly how this would seem to her.

"Now Rapunzel, I swear this isn't what it looks like." He put his arms up defensively, but with one leg hanging over the windowsill he got the distinct feeling that statement wasn't going to convince her.

And he was very right. Rapunzel stared for a moment before her eyebrows knitted together. Considering she didn't know the real reason he was climbing in the window, to her it looked very much like he was trying to climb out. As in escape. Without telling her. Not okay.

"Then what is it?" she asked, stalking forward and without pausing, swiping the frying pan off of Flynn's nightstand. When she got to the window, she raised it over her shoulder.

"Start. Explaining!" she said, swinging at him with the cookware. Good luck dodging, Rider.

THUD. With one sweep of the frying pan, Flynn was out like a light. He had tried to start saying something, but Rapunzel had gotten to him too fast. It didn't help that he'd been so preoccupied searching for an excuse that he hadn't noticed her coming toward him like that. He fell face first into the floor, his other foot coming in the window and nearly smacking him in the back of the head as his body folded over itself on the way down.

Now this was familiar. Rapunzel stood holding up the frying pan again, watching Flynn fold like an accordion at her feet. She watched him for a moment, before lowering her weapon and setting it on the bed beside her. Now what? She debated for a moment, before she spotted the door to her right. Much like the first time she'd met him, Rapunzel grabbed Flynn under the arms and dragged him over to the closet on the wall opposite the bed.

Nudging the door open, she stuffed him inside and kicked the door closed before he could fall on top of her. Hearing him thump against the door, she gave a satisfied smirk, grabbed her frying pan, and parked herself in front of the door, holding it shut with her body.

It was an odd punishment, but in her eyes, an effective one.

Flynn woke up in total darkness, with a very sore spot on the back of his head. Reaching up to rub at it a little, he bumped his hand against something wooden. He pushed both hands to all sides of him, and started freaking out. Not only was it completely dark, it was also very cramped. Dark and cramped reminded him of that cave, and that cave was not fun. Thankfully there wasn't a large amount of water coming in and threatening to drown him, but the experience and thought of it was not very pleasant nonetheless.

"Rapunzel?"

Having started a short game of rock, paper, scissors with Pascal in the time it took for Flynn to wake up, Rapunzel looked up from the game (Which she was currently winning) when she heard her name. Silly Pascal, he always chose scissors.

"I'm right here," she called back, pressing her back more firmly against the door. "Outside the closet." She waited a beat,and then tapped the back of her head against the plank of wood that divided the two of them.

"You better have a good story for why you were climbing out the window. That's the only way I'm letting you out of there."

"...You put me in the closet." Of course she put him in the closet. Of all the places she could've dragged his unconscious body and shoved it, she just had to pick the closet. Well, now that he was done freaking out and worrying over nothing, it was time to come up with a good excuse for why it looked like he'd been climbing out the window.

...This was going to be kind of difficult.

"I did." He probably couldn't hear it, but Rapunzel was slapping the frying pan lightly against the palm of her hand now. Oh, she should have hit him a few more times.

"And I'm waiting."

"Look, if I told you the truth, you probably wouldn't believe me. Now would you just let me out?" Flynn was getting exasperated. He wasn't exactly a "fan" of being stuck in closets. And that bruise on his head was really starting to smart.

"I'll explain about it as soon as I think of something that actually makes sense. The important thing is that now I'm here, and I'm not outside the window, and I promise I wasn't sneaking out."

Considering all that had happened lately, Rapunzel was inclined to believe more than Flynn might think. But she did feel a little bad about losing her temper and smacking him with the frying pan now, he did sound pretty sincere. She considered it a bit longer, "... All right, fine. Hold on."

She got up from the floor, and opened the door slowly. "Since you're promising and all."

"Thank you," Flynn sighed with relief as he stepped (stumbled) out of the closet. "You do realize that getting hit in the head with a frying pan kind of hurts, right?"

He took a careful survey of his hotel room again, and was glad to see that nothing (save the frying pan that was now in Rapunzel's hand instead) was out of place. "So, I told you I would take you exploring."

"You've come out all right so far, haven't you?" But she did place a hand on his shoulder as he stumbled, just to be sure he didn't completely face plant. But yeah, the frying pan was going to be staying in her possession from now on.

"You did. Are you still up for it?"

"Of course," Flynn answered with a grin. "I didn't suggest it just so you could think I was trying to climb out the window and get away from you." He looked down at her and his grin got wider. He was only teasing her of course, and she'd know that, but he kind of wanted to see her reaction.

"Hmph." She folded her arms as she looked at him, lips barely quirking up as she tried to suppress a smile in return. His grin was endearing, what could she say? Finally, she let her arms drop, and then quickly grabbed a section of her hair and wrapped it around his wrist.

There, now he definitely couldn't run away. "Let's go then."

Great, now he was trapped. At least it was a long leash...

Flynn let her lead him out of the hotel, where again his attention was quickly grabbed by thousands of shiny and expensive things scattered everywhere across his field of vision. Right, back to earth. Or...wherever this place was. "So Blondie, where do you wanna go first? Should we get something to eat, explore the town, find some kids to braid your hair again?"

As they walked outside, Rapunzel gave some thought as to what she wanted to do. "Honestly, I don't think anyone around here is interested braiding my hair for me." Which was perfectly fine, she could carry it around on her own. She wasn't really hungry right now either, "Why don't we wait to eat, and just look around for now?"

She was pretty intent on finding a place where she could get some books.

"Okay, I'm fine waiting a bit for food. Any direction you had in mind, or shall we just wander around aimlessly until we're so hopelessly lost we have no choice other than to just sit down and watch the sun pass by overhead?" He wore a broad grin after saying that. Of course, the journals had a map, so there wasn't really much chance of them actually getting lost, but Flynn was more than happy to come up with an excuse to watch the sunset with Rapunzel. They'd never gotten a chance to in the Kingdom...though getting to sit with her on the river when they let the lanterns go had been wonderful.

"I say we wander aimlessly, it'll be a lot more fun that way." While choosing a direction was all well and good, somehow the idea of just wandering around seemed far more... romantic. Which she could definitely get used to if he agreed. "And if you're on good behavior, I might just untie you." She was kidding of course, she'd let him go as soon as they started on their way.

"Should I just pick a direction for us and we go?"

Flynn chuckled, and put on a "heroic" voice. "Whatever direction you go, I will follow, for I made a promise to be your guide." He swept out the arm that wasn't tied up in Rapunzel's hair dramatically, and then brought in to clasp next to his heart, while closing his eyes and bowing his head."

That indeed caused Rapunzel to laugh as she reached out and unwound her hair from around his wrist. "Well, I can't have my guide walking around like this, can I? That would just be silly." Twisting the lock around her arm, she grinned and very gently took his now free hand in her own.

Then she turned in a random direction, and started to walk down a slightly less crowded lane. "All right. Let's go this way." This way they wouldn't have to dodge and weave so often.

Flynn looked a bit surprised as Rapunzel let him loose, and then promptly dragged him off. Trading one leash for another...that's what he got for falling in love with a princess.

Eventually, they found a pretty wide open area, and there were a bunch of weird structures there too, with a bunch of kids playing on them. The swings were easy enough to identify, the rest of it looked really funny. "How does this look for a place to stop for now? We'll find our way back later."

Rapunzel's eyes were promptly going wide at the array of interesting things. "This looks great!" And before he could say anything else, the princess let go of Flynn's hand and scampered for the nearest climbable structure. Without a second thought, she tossed some of her hair up and used it to swing up onto the jungle gym. She couldn't help herself.

Don't worry, she'll be back in a minute.

Flynn just grinned and laughed a little as Rapunzel joined all the kids. He just stood on the outskirts of everything and watched her, placing his hands on his hips as if he were a parent supervising their kid. Except...not so much. Rapunzel could definitely take care of herself, he was just amused by how childlike she was being by taking off to play like that.

For the next few minutes, Rapunzel amused herself by climbing, sliding, and letting the kids around her play with her hair. It was only when she leaned over the the side of the bars and spotted Flynn again that she realized she'd just taken off on him. "Uhm... sorry. I didn't mean to leave you like that." She gave a sheepish smile, and then lowered herself down using her hair as a seat.

"Want to join in?" She motioned to the kids, who were taking the ends of her hair and using it for a jump rope.

"I think I'm fine out here, thanks," Flynn replied hastily, before he got a bunch of little tykes tackling him. "I'm more than happy just watching you enjoy yourself. But...we could sit on those swings and watch the sunset, if you want." He inclined his head toward an empty swingset on the outskirts of the park, where only one or two kids were sitting.

"Mm, yes. I want to do that." She turned towards the kids and asked them for her hair back, and they gave her slightly disappointed looks before they gave it up. Honestly, if they followed her and used the very ends of her locks to play again, it's not like she'd notice as they watched the sunset.

Walking over to the quieter part of the park, Rapunzel placed herself in an empty swing and curled her hands around the chains, waiting for Flynn to take the one beside her. She bent her knees to swing back and forth just a bit, green eyes gazing up to the sky now that she was sitting down. "I love sunsets."

Flynn followed Rapunzel after giving an apologetic look to the kids, and sat casually on the swing just next to her. "I don't take the time to look at them very often. What with all the running away from the guards." He gave her the apologetic, slightly guilty look this time, then his gaze settled on the lingering bits of sunlight. Here under the domes it didn't feel exactly real, but it was still something.

"Well... at least you don't have to worry about that here?" Rapunzel offered a reassuring smile in return. She made a note to herself that if she ever got home to the kingdom, she'd make sure that Flynn wouldn't have any more trouble with the guards. That is, if anyone recognized her as the princess anymore. "You can look at as many as you want. I've probably seen more sunsets than anyone else."

She leaned back on the swing, and then righted herself so she didn't fall backwards. "No matter how many you see though, they're always beautiful."

Flynn flicked his eyes to one side, then looked back to Rapunzel. He wished he was closer to her so she could lean her head against his shoulder, but he settled for putting his hand over hers as he spoke instead. It would do...for now.

"Yeah...yeah they are." He cocked his head to the side and grinned, making it abundantly clear that he was more interested in watching them with her than by himself.

As his hand covered hers, she smiled at the sense of security it brought. She turned her hand enough so she could curl it around his, lowering it away from the chain of her swing so they were just holding hands in the space between them.

Rapunzel was observant enough to catch that grin, which caused a faint blush to form across her cheeks. Honestly, she felt exactly the same way. Sitting with him and watching this unfamiliar sky... was far better than sitting alone in her tower and watching the same scene over and over.

Even as the sun sunk out of sight, the brightness in her eyes didn't fade.

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Frying Pan, Stage Left [Complete/Closed]

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