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“Okay, first real date. It’s fine,” Rapunzel says to Pascal, blowing out a breath as she looks at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. “But this is the outfit, right?”

She smooths down the sleeveless dress before pulling on the denim jacket and stepping into a pair of purple flats. Her hair is braided with flowers and thin purple ribbons woven in and she’s wearing the earrings that Peter got her for her birthday.

Pascal scampers up her shoulder and fixes a stray piece of hair before giving her a thumbs up. She smiles and takes him gently in her hands to set him on the pillow in the middle of the sofa, where he has access to the remote and snacks. Rapunzel and Pascal are a package deal and she’s pretty sure Peter knows that, but she figured they could use some privacy, at least on the first date.

“Okay, be good and—“ She’s cut off by the buzzer sounding, and she lets out a little gasp as she straightens up. “Wish me luck!”

After grabbing her purse, she leaves the apartment and locks the door, nervous but happy as she heads down to meet Peter at the front of the building.

Her heart is so full, and she’s so happy. No matter what Peter has planned, she knows that it will be fun.

Threaded | Flat

Unsurprisingly, Peter was not that great at planning dates.

It wasn't like he'd never been on one. He'd been on plenty, but most of them were double dates with friends, or just a party where they all agreed to meet up, or a vague agreement to maybe run into each other somewhere. He'd never bothered to take that shit seriously, which was probably why he'd never maintained a serious relationship... ever. The longest he'd held onto a girlfriend was a few months over the summer, and a big chunk of that, she was off at some internship program in New York.

She'd finally figured out that he was a loser, over those few weeks, and he'd decided, only afterwards, that she was stuck up and not worth it anyway.

So, saying that he felt out of his element was probably the understatement of the century. His jeans were clean, and he'd put on a dark green button-up shirt, but after walking a block, he'd rolled up the sleeves and cuffed them over his elbows. The date seemed important, but he also didn't want to take her someplace uptight and fancy, if only because that wasn't really them.

Plus, he had to consider where the money would come from. The Home was really strict about how much allowance they gave you each month, and being a seventeen-year-old unaccustomed to budgeting, he hadn't exactly figured out how to make it last.

Standing outside her apartment, he decided at least five times in a span of two minutes that bowling was the actual stupidest idea he'd ever come up with. Maybe they could find a movie to see? Or they could just get food? Or— Oh, God, there she was.

"Wow, hey. You look... Wow."