[ Whether or not she's sharp enough to discern the truth behind Leon's genuine but prickly question, she decides nevertheless to treat it like he really does want to know, because trusting people is apparently also part of this bizarre exercise, and after all: she really wants to tell him.
How to explain her confusion - the guilt and shame and joy she's felt since coming here and the way every experience, every word and note and conversation has changed her, been remembered and then, sometimes (too often, even) been forgotten by her?
If she has an elephant memory, which she, queen of forgetting to wear socks, probably does not, then it's only because before Cerealia and people like Leon (pretty much a dick, yeah, but not for no reason and rarely without a good point) have changed her more in little over a month than one unchanging tower had in eighteen years.
It's realising this in the middle of a halting "I ca--" that makes her change course suddenly. Suddenly she's smiling as she speaks because she remembers that Leon has his Moments too. Moments of being cute and maybe a bit childish but also so much more mature than her.
A good friend, after all.
It's that. That's why even something so seemingly mild as being stubborn and bitchy to him pains her now. Even through a giggle. ]
Heh. I've... Actually been kind of - having a hard time with some stuff. Big stuff. D-- ...Death stuff. My teammate went missing recently. But... It's so strange--
[ WHOO HOO CAMERA. Now that she's feeling courageous enough to show her face; more importantly: now that any despair is completely gone from her voice. ]
...heh. Yeah. It's strange. But I already feel a little better after talking at you like this, Leon. Thank you.
[He very much has no desire to let her see his face, but that's more his anti-social nature talking; he'll take voice conversations over video conversations any day, and he knows the technology well enough by now to be able to make sure that it remains exactly that.
He's not able to do anything about her video feed, of course, nor the fact that she's smiling (why is she smiling? She has no reason to smile at him, he doesn't understand it, it makes him uncomfortable) but at least he can make sure that it remains voice on his end of things.
Big stuff?? Death stuff??? She came to him for this? She feels better after talking to him? It doesn't make any sense at all to him, and he doesn't like the feeling of being off-balance (which is a thing she seems to do to him a lot, and it's getting old really fast, what is it about this girl) so he bristles.]
You aren't making any sense at all. [That comes first, flat and cold.] So as I thought, you have come to waste my time.
[Why would she ever be grateful to him? If her tone wasn't so sincere, he'd think she was mocking him for this.]
I have not done anything, so do not thank me. That is-- [Awkward??? Unexpected?? Hard to deal with?] Unnecessary in every way. [Close enough.]
Now enough of this farce. [If she's feeling better then that means she'll leave him alone, right? And then he can...try to comprehend this conversation, except he'll never be able to, he's pretty sure.] If you don't have anything of importance or relevance to say, then leave me be.
[let him flee this conversation full of things he's not equipped for and he doesn't understand.
aka Leon Magnus is a dick even to nice girls who try to thank him for things, who's surprised.]
[ Part of her cringes in response, though it shows itself only with the way her cheeks flush. It's a wince that comes from her own embarrassment at being so candid, though, and for once has hardly anything to do with his response.
Sure, it stings. That tone of voice always does in her ears. But it's impossible to do anything but smile because she is wasting his time. Leon, again, isn't wrong.
...but he listened anyway.
He listened to what she had to say despite thinking it was absurd and - more than that, he's still here despite being so clearly uncomfortable now.
And she's uncomfortable too! Bit by bit all the strength in reserve that Rapunzel summoned in order to keep speaking, truthfulness without bashfulness and fear, fades.
But in spite of the fact that she's exhausted and drained and empty, this feeling is still a hundred times better than what came before it. So ] Yeah.
[ Rapunzel nods once, collecting herself (though he'll notice she can't quite force her eyes to meet the camera), and laughs. Her smile is directed at the ceiling now, but she's appreciative nonetheless. ] Yeah! ...Yeah, you're right. Okay. Have a good night, Leon.
--thank you.
[ And with that Rapunzel actually does as she's told, because it's what he asked her to do, and hangs up. ]
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How to explain her confusion - the guilt and shame and joy she's felt since coming here and the way every experience, every word and note and conversation has changed her, been remembered and then, sometimes (too often, even) been forgotten by her?
If she has an elephant memory, which she, queen of forgetting to wear socks, probably does not, then it's only because before Cerealia and people like Leon (pretty much a dick, yeah, but not for no reason and rarely without a good point) have changed her more in little over a month than one unchanging tower had in eighteen years.
It's realising this in the middle of a halting "I ca--" that makes her change course suddenly. Suddenly she's smiling as she speaks because she remembers that Leon has his Moments too. Moments of being cute and maybe a bit childish but also so much more mature than her.
A good friend, after all.
It's that. That's why even something so seemingly mild as being stubborn and bitchy to him pains her now. Even through a giggle. ]
Heh. I've... Actually been kind of - having a hard time with some stuff. Big stuff. D-- ...Death stuff. My teammate went missing recently. But... It's so strange--
[ WHOO HOO CAMERA. Now that she's feeling courageous enough to show her face; more importantly: now that any despair is completely gone from her voice. ]
...heh. Yeah. It's strange. But I already feel a little better after talking at you like this, Leon. Thank you.
voice;
He's not able to do anything about her video feed, of course, nor the fact that she's smiling (why is she smiling? She has no reason to smile at him, he doesn't understand it, it makes him uncomfortable) but at least he can make sure that it remains voice on his end of things.
Big stuff?? Death stuff??? She came to him for this? She feels better after talking to him? It doesn't make any sense at all to him, and he doesn't like the feeling of being off-balance (which is a thing she seems to do to him a lot, and it's getting old really fast, what is it about this girl) so he bristles.]
You aren't making any sense at all. [That comes first, flat and cold.] So as I thought, you have come to waste my time.
[Why would she ever be grateful to him? If her tone wasn't so sincere, he'd think she was mocking him for this.]
I have not done anything, so do not thank me. That is-- [Awkward??? Unexpected?? Hard to deal with?] Unnecessary in every way. [Close enough.]
Now enough of this farce. [If she's feeling better then that means she'll leave him alone, right? And then he can...try to comprehend this conversation, except he'll never be able to, he's pretty sure.] If you don't have anything of importance or relevance to say, then leave me be.
[let him flee this conversation full of things he's not equipped for and he doesn't understand.
aka Leon Magnus is a dick even to nice girls who try to thank him for things, who's surprised.]
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Sure, it stings. That tone of voice always does in her ears. But it's impossible to do anything but smile because she is wasting his time. Leon, again, isn't wrong.
...but he listened anyway.
He listened to what she had to say despite thinking it was absurd and - more than that, he's still here despite being so clearly uncomfortable now.
And she's uncomfortable too! Bit by bit all the strength in reserve that Rapunzel summoned in order to keep speaking, truthfulness without bashfulness and fear, fades.
But in spite of the fact that she's exhausted and drained and empty, this feeling is still a hundred times better than what came before it. So ] Yeah.
[ Rapunzel nods once, collecting herself (though he'll notice she can't quite force her eyes to meet the camera), and laughs. Her smile is directed at the ceiling now, but she's appreciative nonetheless. ] Yeah! ...Yeah, you're right. Okay. Have a good night, Leon.
--thank you.
[ And with that Rapunzel actually does as she's told, because it's what he asked her to do, and hangs up. ]