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Roleplay account for genderbent!Rapunzel! Very AU. Most importantly for rp purposes -- His hair is down to his ankles, not seventy feet long. Disney owns everything.
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Gingerbread Confessions
the-blue-scott:
glockenblume:
the-blue-scott:
glockenblume:
She nodded, smiling awkwardly. “Yes… Tell me about yourself, Alex. Glockenblume has… Selective details to share.”
She’d heard about how her son’s new friend was brilliant and kind of cute and completely awesome, but she knew nothing about his life.
Alex bit down on his lower lip, not sure what to say and what to leave out. This felt like some sort of entrance exam and he desperately wanted to pass.
“I… Well, I… I live - um - a little bit out of the city, in the observatory, with—with my friends. We’re renovating,” he added, hoping that would help with the whole living in an abandoned building thing. “Being independent, you know. Um. I… I have a business. I do repairs and—and invent things, on commission. I… I graduated high shool at nine and got my first college degree at thirteen. Math and engineering, double honours. I… I’ve been thinking about. Um. Going back, too, some time and—and doing a business degree too.”
“Oh! A… A bunch of children living on their own? That hardly seems—”
“Moooom,” Glocky groaned, bringing his hand to his forehead.
“No—no, it’s not like that!” Alex cut in, raising his hands. “Really! Mona—” he broke off for a moment, remembering all at once what had brought him here. Deep breath. He couldn’t show anything in front of Glocky’s mother. “…Mona’s in her twenties. She… She’s like… Well, she’s responsible. And so is Minion, my best friend, he’s my age but he’s really mature and he always has been.”
Mrs. Gothel was hesitant, but if there was an adult living with him… And he didn’t seem dangerous… And Glockenblume had a good head on his shoulders. Sometimes. He certainly wouldn’t want to go run off on his own.
She hoped.
“Ah, well… Pleasure to meet you, Alex. I’ll leave you two alone… Glockenblume said you two had something important do to.”
Schoolwork, she assumed. And with that, she was off. Glocky chuckled awkwardly.
“Sorry about her. She… Worries.”
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