who: rapunzel & @flynnstopher where: the living room, their place
It was another night well spent at the gallery for Rapunzel, who had brought some pieces to show Finnick for a potential second showing of her work. He was so kind, and took such an interest in her work in a way that Flynn and Cass simply couldn't. He appreciated every brushstroke, every artistic decision she made and understood why. She could feel him creeping in on her, a small but undeniable desire to want to impress him present. It wasn't the same way that she felt about Flynn, not even close, but if her roommate didn't want to move forward with anything after they'd kissed, then ... maybe Finnick could be another avenue to explore.
She saw none other than Flynn himself waiting in the living room for her when she returned, on the couch with the television on and his new script in his lap. Taking an earbud out, Rapunzel gave him a small wave as she slid her tote bag off her shoulder. As they hadn't seen each other since the morning, she took a seat beside him as he lowered the volume. "Doing some research?" she asked, nodding her head to the stack of papers in his lap. "You said you were meeting up with some of your costars for blocking, right? How'd that go?"











