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Aimless Wandering | Flynn and Rapunzel

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“Are you sure?” Rapunzel questioned, before seeing Flynn’s grazed palms when he raised his hands at her. She frowned, “Oh god. I’m sorry, I should have been looking where I was going.” The blonde shook some of her hair out of her eyes and dug into her bag, she moved around a few objects until she came across her tiny first aid kit. Pulling out two bandages, she closed her bag and took Flynn’s right hand and tied one around the graze, and pursed her lips in concentration making sure she had successfully put it on tight enough. Without asking Flynn, she took his left hand and tied that one up just as well, making sure the cotton fabric hid the graze. She pulled away and smiled, “You don’t want them to get infected do you?” She explained, “Plus they make you look tough.” Rapunzel winked.

“No, no, it’s fine really. I’m not hurt, my map suffered more than I did.” She giggled and quickly stopped her babbling when Flynn interrupted her, her pale skin turned a soft pink in embarrassment and she ran a hand through her hair. “Sorry.” she whispered, looking down at the floor for a moment. Rapunzel liked Flynn, he was nice and sweet and she had the idea that he had somewhat a love for breaking the rules inside of him, which was intriguing to the girl. “What? Without them map?” She gushed, whenever Rapunzel did something it had to be organized completely. By the sounds of it, Flynn was a little bit more daring then her. “Um..” She paused for a moment and looked at Flynn who was grinning in her direction, it was completely infectious and she found herself grinning right back at him. “Deal!”

Boy, if Rapunzel’s Mom knew where she was now, she would go insane. Rapunzel felt so rebellious, yet cautious. “The world is yours Flynn! I can’t be anymore lost then what I already am, so bring it on.” she giggled and let her green eyes examine the world around her, not having the slightest clue where to go, and truth be told she felt safe around Flynn, like her was her body guard or something. Once they had started walking, Rapunzel decided to break the silence. “So.. How are you Flynn?” She asked, toying with the ends of her long hair nervously.

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Flynn was a little taken aback as Rapunzel pulled out a little first aid kit, fully equipped with bandages and whatever else a person could possibly need to patch someone up. She was almost as bad as Tia; that girl was prepared for any eventuality and a good job she was too. If he hadn’t been for her, he probably wouldn’t be in the shape he was in right now; he’d be a damn sight worse. He watched as the blonde carefully wrapped the gauzed material around each palm and secured them with small knots. Inspecting her handiwork with an impressed expression on his face, he chuckled when she said he looked tough. “Makes me look like a bit of a bruiser huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned, flexing his hands, but wincing a little as the sting returned.

He glanced back towards her and eyed the torn map. She was right; it had suffered a lot more than she had. A smile came to his face as she turned away to blush. “You don’t have to be sorry sweetheart. Nothing wrong with talking at a hundred miles an hour, just slow it down a tad so my mortal ears can you hear you right.” The smile remained on his face and he nodded at her question. “No map whatsoever. We’ll be using Flynn Rider Satellite Navigation.” He winked playfully and nudged her arm, trying to persuade her further. Doing things spontaneously was so much more fun than following plans, or so Flynn thought, and when Rapunzel finally nodded and agreed to go along with his plan, his smile spread into a grin. “Perfect. Shake on it?” He turned back to her and held out a hand with his eyebrows raised. “Can’t be a deal ‘til we’ve shaken on it.”

Deal done, and Flynn nodded before gesturing in a direction for them to go in. “Let’s wing it. This way looks pretty good to me.” He sprung into a steady walk, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his shorts, shorts which he detested, but the weather was far too hot for jeans so he had no choice. He looked towards Rapunzel as she spoke. “I’m doing pretty good, can’t complain.” He shrugged and smiled. He didn’t really want to share all of his problems or burden Rapunzel with what was going on in his head; she was far too sweet for that. “How about you Goldilocks? Enjoying yourself so far?”

#DSARapunzel #Aimless Wandering #para #WOOHOO I finally replied xD ahahahha

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Yarn Bombing? | Flynn and Lilo

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Lilo looked up at Flynn with a look that resembled one of questioning his sanity as she looked at the plan yellow yarn he held out trying to tempt her with. “Flynn” she said seriously, “I don’t like yellow. I like sparkly yellow. Red and blue and sparkly yarn. Trust me, the sparkly yarn alone gives me more than enough to have fun with. You’ll run out of yarn before I do I imagine.” She honestly had no idea if her statement was true or not but if it got him off her back about the colors, she was not going to complain.

She dropped the box and began to pick out her chooses colors and requirements for the year. “You know what would make this better? Fuzzy yarn. You know the type that is like…fuzzy” she laughed, twisting the yarn in her hands a bit. “Yeah, we are. Gonna be interesting to say the least. Don’t get caught, can’t take credit for your work. Get caught and the chance of being expelled from the school runs. Get options, right?” she laughed, looking back down at the box. “Or maybe that’s just me” she added thoughtfully. Shrugging it off, Lilo walked outside and looked around at the dusty world around her. “So..split up or go off together?” she asked, looking over at him.

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Flynn shrugged and lowered his outstretched hand. Might as well keep the yellow for himself then, because if he was honest he didn't really care all that much for colours. Well, maybe a blue would be nice. Blue happened to be his favourite colour. He glanced back down into the box again after setting the ball of yarn in his hand to one side and sighted a sparkly yellow ball just in the corner of the box. He leaned in a scooped it out, throwing it up and down a couple of times in his hands. "Here." He nodded to her with a smile. "Sparkly yellow."

As she dropped the box Flynn crouched the the floor and watched her sort through the rest of the yarn. He was happy to have whatever was left over, so he leaned his back against the wall as she sifted through the different colours, shapes and sizes of wool. "Hm?" He glanced over at her as she spoke. "Fuzzy yarn? Yeah I get'cha." He nodded with a smile. "I'll keep an eye out for the fuzzy kind. See if I can nab any for your little collection." He gestured to the box and then sat up straight. "Options are good. I've never stopped to take credit for what I do..." He laughed lightly and ruffled his hair. "Can't imagine it'd end well if I did though."

Flynn leaned forward and grabbed a handful of random balls of yarn and then placed them on his little pile. "Up to you." He shrugged. "Since I'm a newbie to this you might wanna keep your distance from me. If it ends in disaster then you can scram."

#DSALilo #for some reason I thought I'd replied to this xD #yarn bombing #para

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I need a drink an' don' wan' ta go alone.

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Yes, I am sure if you decided ta start strippin’, dee entire ship would be at attention. Per’aps you should do it. I mean, I wouldn’ be der ta see it, but jus’ knowin’ it ‘appened is good enough.

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They'd have to stare, I'm a work of art. -he winks- It'd certainly raise a few brows and get a few pulses racing. You wouldn't be there? Ah, shame...seeing people's reactions would be pretty priceless.

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I need a drink an' don' wan' ta go alone.

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A pity dat.

It is. But what can we do? -she takes her drink the barman passes her and sighs-

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Boredom hits the best of us I suppose.

Not a clue. -he shrugs- Just feels like everyone's hiding ninety-nine percent of the time. I suggested giving the ship a cheeky striptease when I was talking to Clopin. -he laughs- Might wake people up a little.

#DSATia

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I need a drink an' don' wan' ta go alone.

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-she shrugs- Boring as usual.

An’ what about yaself?

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Same. -he nods- I haven't been doing all that much lately.

This place is dead half the time now anyway. -he shrugs and sighs-

#DSATia

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Literature Theft || Belle and Flynn

Belle stared up at the ceiling, her discarded book laying beside her on the bed. She had a room all to herself, and in the shot while she had been there she had… well she had already started a bit of a mess. She had half-unpacked her clothes into the closet, but had gotten distracted by one of her old books she had forgotten she had brought. It was book from her hometown’s library, but she hadn’t stolen it. The librarians had just noticed how much she had taken it out, and since she really was the only one reading it, gifted it to her one day when she had come in to renew it. What should have been a moment of her smiling fondly at it and then tucking it away to finish the task at hand had turn into her curling up on her bed and rereading it for the umpteenth time. Out on the open sea, though, the daring sword fights seemed appropriate. Nothing like swashbuckling to get her in the adventurous state of mind. All the years of simply day dreaming and now she was actually on her own adventure on the cruise.

She had finished it and she was still on her bed, trying to decide what to do. She knew she had more to unpack, but that was no where near any sort of adventurousness. She sighed, standing up and walking over to what she had put in her closet. She grabbed a sky blue button down, throwing it over her gray camisole. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a long-lost hair elastic. She roughly pulled her hair back into a ponytail and quickly traipsed out of her room, pulling the door shut behind her. Her father would be so happy: she was walking down the hall without anyone giving her strange looks. Although, she did feel quite odd without a book in her hand. Grimacing slightly, she turned around and dashed back into her room, picking up her copy of The Portrait of Dorian Gray , a bit of a turn from the sword fights.

Belle reemerged from her room, glancing both ways down the hallway. She turned to the right, not really planning a destination, just choosing to wander around the ship. She didn’t want to stay cooped up in her room trying to figure out the layout of the ship, she’d learn from experience, something she hadn’t had much of a chance to do in her close-minded town. Back home she had always been bored, always had a thirst for knowledge, hence her love of books. But what she had never expected to feel back home was fear. She could still remember how her heart had leapt to her throat when she heard him breaking in her door. Her pulse had remained lodged there, even after the police had left. She had always prided herself with being such a bright, brave girl. But in those terrifying moments she had felt totally clueless and completely afraid, cowering in her closet. In the end, though, it had been the smart choice, her stalk never having been the brightest, failed to check the enclosed space, or at least he hadn’t thought of it by the time the cops showed up.

She shook her head, glancing up to see where she was going. She laughed softly to herself. She had made her way to the library, it seemed. She didn’t know where she was going, but her feet seemed to know exactly where she wanted to be. Her eyes lit up as the scanned shelves upon shelves of books. She held her worn copy of Dorian Gray close to her chest. She had never seen a library so large before. She scanned the titles of the books in front of her, the excitement growing inside as she read titles she had always wanted to read, but never had the opportunity to, and quite a few that she hadn’t even heard of before. She smiled gleefully to herself, trying to decide where she ought to start. Fiction, definitely fiction…. She glanced around the library a moment, wondering if there was anyone joining her among the books. She hadn’t exactly been aware when she had walked in. Were there any other bibliophiles joining her on the ship? At the very least she hoped people wouldn’t find her strange for her love of novels. Surely a library as wonderful as this one did not go untouched?

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How Flynn had come to find himself in the library was completely beyond his knowledge or comprehension. It was probably the only part of the ship that he hadn't ventured anywhere near yet, simply because he wasn't really one for reading. He adored stories, hearing them and acting them out as a child were things he loved to do, but it was the spoken word that he appreciated not the words on the page. Browsing over the shelves was a lot more tedious that he had been expecting, but on hearing a couple of other students talking about the value of some of the books his ears had certainly pricked up and he thought it was maybe worth some of his time after all.

When he had first entered the place it was deathly silent, the odd student here and there was immersed in some large hardback book of some sort. Some sat on bean bags and others at desks, heads down and studying every single word as though they were about to run off of the page or something. Flynn shrugged and passed them all by, having a particular section in mind to go to first; Modern Languages. With so many of the ship's residents knowing one language in particular, Flynn was interested to know what all the fuss was about, and perhaps pick up a few choice words so that he could understand what the fuck some of them were talking about. He approached the shelves and scanned along them quickly, eyes flitting left to right as he eyed each spine and checked out the title. Finally they fell upon some sort of French phrasebook and he grabbed it from where it sat on the shelf and shoved it under his arm.

First task completed, Flynn set out to finish the next one he had set for himself. Somewhere in this vast library were glass cases containing books that were apparently expensive. Now, he wasn't stupid. There wasn't a chance in hell that he was going to try and steal them now, not after the ship had only just set off from their docking in Africa. Now that would be a dud move. Instead he was going to check it out, eye up the lock and any other possible security measures surrounding it. There weren't just kids on this ship, so these books obviously provided some kind of tourist attraction too, and Flynn was eager to see how guarded they were. The more guarded usually meant they were more valuable, and he could gauge exactly when they were scheduled to dock again, and then make his move.

He approached the first glass case and gave it a once over, pretending to be interested in its contents instead of the way it was sealed. There was a sign reading "PLEASE REFRAIN FROM TOUCHING OR LEANING ON THE GLASS CASING." Again he shrugged, wondering if it was alarmed somewhere or something. He doubted it was, and ventured to place a finger on top of the glass. Nothing. Probably the cleaners wanting to avoid doing yet another job properly he thought. He tapped the glass a few more times to make sure that there really were no alarms and nodded in satisfaction, edging away from the glass cases and back over to one of the shelves again.

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