[there's a long pause before he responds, trying to not default to the obvious answers.]
I don't really have a favorite place.
[aside from his apartment. the library was pleasant and good to spend hours in, sure, but he checked out books more often than not, and reading could happen anywhere.]
I'm guessing that saying the library is the wrong answer.
The truth is, I can't really answer that, because I don't know. I suppose anywhere I can take my time to experience the place would be the answer. Where I can look and listen without being rushed and be able to admire it all for what it is. Except it doesn't quite matter to me whether that's in the gardens or whether I'm watching everything be alive in the entertainment district. They're different forms of beauty, you know? And both deserve to be appreciated.
[ In contrast, it takes Rapunzel very little time at all to reach the decided meeting place. Almost as if she'd been waiting to hear from him exclusively. When Chrollo arrives, he'll find her just this side of nervous and wearing her school uniform slightly dirtied, as her clothes often are. The paint supplies are, presumably, in her mushroom-shaped backpack.
Pascal is supposed to be the lookout but he isn't paying very much attention. Napping seems to be the order of the day for chameleons.
[he's surprised she beat him there, but with his deciding not to teleport, it made sense. still clinging to his black and white color scheme, she remains the brightness in their dynamic duo. and of course, he's quick to give a wave.]
Well enough. I think I made a new friend. Or something like it.
[is he talking about Adolf, or the masked alien? who's to say?]
Still, it was good to come back to the apartment and sleep in my own bed. Better than a drafty building by far. And...you didn't run into any monsters or anything? I know there were some fierce ones hanging around.
[but beyond that he wants to be tightlipped, keeping any details a mystery. she didn't need to know everything, the same way that he didn't - the different was that he simply took it anyway.]
[ Naturally, though, Rapunzel isn't one to let such things go. Especially now. Especially with the memory from before raging like a twister in her mind.
Why had he wanted to blindfold her and Pascal? She had given no word of protest at the time, but now... ]
Of course.
[ She smiles, matching his words with her teeth. ]
Perhaps I did. But magic or not, they reformed quick enough that sticking around wasn't the wisest of options.
[time or blood, unfortunately, were the only things that would persuade him to speak more freely. and she might learn the truth of it, but she might not. it was all up to how things unfolded, even though he's thinking so far ahead he could get lost.]
Yeah. [ A sigh through pursed lips, this one aimed at blowing hair out of her face. ] They... were kind of a - pain to deal with. [ She nearly died as an indirect result of fighting too many, which she can't stop thinking about (and it'll show in the storm on her face), but which is neither here nor there. ]
I guess wisdom isn't something you learn in a t...errible place like this.
[ WOAH THAT WAS CLOSE!! She almost spilled the beans! ]
--Uh.
So, what kind of paintings do you like!? I-I've been told I'm a pretty fast learner since I've been doing caricatures for work. And I can imitate easily enough! Pick a style and I'll do my best!
[don't think he missed that, or will forget it. but no pushing. not right now, he thinks, she needs to be more willing to be honest with him before that.]
...I'm going to say something, and it might frustrate you, but it's my honest opinion. The style I pick is the one that you're the happiest to paint. Because this should be something that makes us both happy, right? And I'm curious as to what style that might be - whether that be your favorite or really just the one that feels the best to do.
[ Frankly she's too busy smiling at how right he is about it frustrating her to actually be very frustrated, though she'll run a hand through her hair and sigh dramatically just to satisfy the status quo. ]
Right. I forgot my mother was 100% wrong about other people being nice and polite rather than just 95% wrong. But - okay, Chrollo! [ a laugh ] Whatever you say.
How do you feel about a simple charcoal sketch? That would match you perfectly. [ Whatever that means. ]
That I think we can do. Should I be standing or sitting?
[why she's so insistent on drawing him, he doesn't quite get, but he'll trust in that choice for it. it wasn't like it was going to be in anyone's hands but hers, after all.]
sdjladh oh no he's so cute when he smiles though..............
[that gets him to laugh, one honest chuckle before he nods. look, he's not really done this before, so he didn't know what to expect other than what he thought might occur.
what he ends up choosing is leaning with his back to a wall, fighting the urge to be poised and rigid - that wasn't the point of being here - and after a thought of a second, reaches up to untie and take off the bandanna around his forehead. something about it being gone made him feel more like himself, with the tattoo exposed and hair as it was instead of being combed back. easier to relax like that.
if she's going to draw him, he thinks she should draw something a little closer to how he is.
even if it will always be a risk to let a great swath of people know. Rapunzel...she's more his investment. someone he thinks won't let him pry into the secrets if he doesn't give up some of his own. whether they'll be real or manufactured will be up to chance and circumstance.]
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i'm wonderful
thanks to you and all the other wonderful people who helped me
see? this is a happy face:
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i'd still like to apologise though
are you busy?
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id like to help you out today
all right?
try to stop being a control freak for like ONE SECOND (๑˃̶͈̀◡˂̶͈́๑)
okay?
tell me your favourite place in cerealia
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I don't really have a favorite place.
[aside from his apartment. the library was pleasant and good to spend hours in, sure, but he checked out books more often than not, and reading could happen anywhere.]
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take your time
i can wait <3
(that's a heart by the way. sideways! But still a heart )
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The truth is, I can't really answer that, because I don't know. I suppose anywhere I can take my time to experience the place would be the answer. Where I can look and listen without being rushed and be able to admire it all for what it is. Except it doesn't quite matter to me whether that's in the gardens or whether I'm watching everything be alive in the entertainment district. They're different forms of beauty, you know? And both deserve to be appreciated.
[and the award for least helpful goes to...]
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One last push couldn't hurt, though. ]
chrollo
you are a natural poet
think you can narrow it down to somewhere in the entertainment district ?
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Right here.
action.
Pascal is supposed to be the lookout but he isn't paying very much attention. Napping seems to be the order of the day for chameleons.
It was a long four days. ]
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Just get out of class?
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Not to her! Never to her. ]
Not, uh... Not - exactly. It's kind of a long story.
[ beat ]
How did you fair out there in the end?
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[is he talking about Adolf, or the masked alien? who's to say?]
Still, it was good to come back to the apartment and sleep in my own bed. Better than a drafty building by far. And...you didn't run into any monsters or anything? I know there were some fierce ones hanging around.
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All I've been doing since I've arrived is fighting monsters, it seems. Did you not know that about me, Chrollo?
[ It's here that she recalls their own encounter, which inspires her own line of inquiry in the form of: ]
...did you?
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[but beyond that he wants to be tightlipped, keeping any details a mystery. she didn't need to know everything, the same way that he didn't - the different was that he simply took it anyway.]
But we both survived, didn't we?
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Why had he wanted to blindfold her and Pascal? She had given no word of protest at the time, but now... ]
Of course.
[ She smiles, matching his words with her teeth. ]
Did you use that magic from before?
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[time or blood, unfortunately, were the only things that would persuade him to speak more freely. and she might learn the truth of it, but she might not. it was all up to how things unfolded, even though he's thinking so far ahead he could get lost.]
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I guess wisdom isn't something you learn in a t...errible place like this.
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--Uh.
So, what kind of paintings do you like!? I-I've been told I'm a pretty fast learner since I've been doing caricatures for work. And I can imitate easily enough! Pick a style and I'll do my best!
[ SALUTE ]
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...I'm going to say something, and it might frustrate you, but it's my honest opinion. The style I pick is the one that you're the happiest to paint. Because this should be something that makes us both happy, right? And I'm curious as to what style that might be - whether that be your favorite or really just the one that feels the best to do.
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Right. I forgot my mother was 100% wrong about other people being nice and polite rather than just 95% wrong. But - okay, Chrollo! [ a laugh ] Whatever you say.
How do you feel about a simple charcoal sketch? That would match you perfectly. [ Whatever that means. ]
look i even use the smiling icons for you
[why she's so insistent on drawing him, he doesn't quite get, but he'll trust in that choice for it. it wasn't like it was going to be in anyone's hands but hers, after all.]
sdjladh oh no he's so cute when he smiles though..............
Can't I leave some of the choice up to you?
too bad half of it is just fake as fuq
what he ends up choosing is leaning with his back to a wall, fighting the urge to be poised and rigid - that wasn't the point of being here - and after a thought of a second, reaches up to untie and take off the bandanna around his forehead. something about it being gone made him feel more like himself, with the tattoo exposed and hair as it was instead of being combed back. easier to relax like that.
if she's going to draw him, he thinks she should draw something a little closer to how he is.
even if it will always be a risk to let a great swath of people know. Rapunzel...she's more his investment. someone he thinks won't let him pry into the secrets if he doesn't give up some of his own. whether they'll be real or manufactured will be up to chance and circumstance.]
fake bitches are always cuter than real bitches
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