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Hey, Snow White.

You ever get what you were looking for, or did you take my advice?

snow white's a new one. ( she likes it.

but following that text is another of just a picture. )

Someone forgot a coat of paint on your diorama.

[it's not quite clicking yet. but cocaine isn't the real reason he reached out, compelled to make sure during lockdown that she's alright - even if he very much gets the impression she can handle herself.]

You got any dwarves around, or are you on your own?

probably because paint ain't supposed to go up your nose. ( i mean... should coke really, though? )

my suitemate is with me. she's a sweetie, actually.

Not so sure that stuff is either. [his thoughts exactly!! he'll change his tune in about 20 years, don't worry.] You sure you wanna ruin all that hard work?

Lots of sleepovers happening tonight. You gonna braid each other's hair?

I'm bunked up with royalty, myself. She's sweet too.

little too late. already have. we might actually. she's got a lot of pretty red hair to keep back. went from princess snow white to a queen? damn, hawk, i'm hurtin here.

That ought to last you a while. What's after the Taj Mahal - Versailles?

You know, this place has a lot going for it. Bet they've got some fancy detox and everything. Christ, they've got a theater and a nightclub - that's the least they could include. Don't go thinking I'm a nag, just an idea.

Well, you got yourself a redhead too. Look at us.

My suitemate - he introduced us. Saved her life. Don't worry doll - I'd never pit royalty against each other. That would be unladylike.

By the way, speaking of: got a party I'm running coming up soon. Leave the party favors at home, though.

maybe. have to see what the Library says.

( she sits there a minute, looking at his next words. she doesn't think he's a nag. worse. she thinks he cares. and she doesn't know what to do with that. she tries to think of something to say. sassiness feels a bit... disrespectful in the face of his kindness. honesty feels like a let down. lying is off the table.

so she skips it and goes on. )

so your queens a redhead, then? anyways, i know you wouldn't. you're too much of a gentleman. your suitemate with the two of you, too? hopefully they're okay. and i'll be there at the party. just me and my pretty self, no party favors.

[he knows when he's being given a gentle brush up, but he's willing to bet she knows he'll be here in case she wants to talk about it or changes her mind.]

Dowager Queen Alicent, if you know her. I think you missed out on the festivities before, but - my suitemate protected her from....well, let's call it an animal attack.

Yeah, he's here too. She's fond of him, but I think anyone would be.

[him too, but that's neither here nor there. :x]

I'll tell you a secret before anyone else gets the invite: start thinking about Hollywood starlets or your favorite chapter in history class.

( she's appreciative of his willingness to push past it. she knows he means well. she likes him for it, too. if only she were good enough for concern. )

i ain't met her yet. not really sure i'm the kinda person that should be meeting a queen, truthfully. that's good, though, the three of ya are safe together. sounds like i don't gotta fret about you :) and considerin i history was my least favorite class.... looks like hollywood it is.

Would you feel the same way about the Queen of England? Part of the job to meet everyone. Frankly, they should meet more people like you and me.

Least favorite - well, I won't let my suitemate hear that. He majored in it at Fordham.

[why did he share that. she doesn't even know tim. christ.]

What was the favorite, then?

[it's easier to picture her skipping class, honestly.]

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