She follows him around the counter without thought that maybe she isn't supposed to, and watches him as she plugs in the phone. "Oh, that's what that thing was for."
She blushes a little, because there's just so much that she doesn't know, but she likes Stiles because he never makes her feel bad about it. Some people just assume that she isn't very bright, rather than consider that almost everything here is brand new to her. Stiles isn't like that.
"Yes, I was. I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch with me, but my phone wouldn't work." She glares at the shiny little thing and lets out a tiny huff of frustration. "This thing doesn't have any wires, so I thought maybe it used batteries. The remote for the television uses batteries. I'll get it down eventually."
She's brought the book with her so she opens it up on the counter, leaning over to take in all the intricate little pictures with genuine interest. Stiles is fiddling with her phone, and Rapunzel looks up when a shadow falls over her. There's a boy about her age smiling a bit unnervingly at her, and she tilts her head.
"Hey, what's your name?" She opens her mouth to reply, but then notices that he isn't looking at her face. She follows his gaze down to her chest and lets out a scandalized gasp, pulling the book up to cover herself.
"Excuse you!" She says primly, barely holding Pascal back when he turns an angry red and tries to run straight for him.
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Date: 2013-09-26 10:03 pm (UTC)She blushes a little, because there's just so much that she doesn't know, but she likes Stiles because he never makes her feel bad about it. Some people just assume that she isn't very bright, rather than consider that almost everything here is brand new to her. Stiles isn't like that.
"Yes, I was. I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch with me, but my phone wouldn't work." She glares at the shiny little thing and lets out a tiny huff of frustration. "This thing doesn't have any wires, so I thought maybe it used batteries. The remote for the television uses batteries. I'll get it down eventually."
She's brought the book with her so she opens it up on the counter, leaning over to take in all the intricate little pictures with genuine interest. Stiles is fiddling with her phone, and Rapunzel looks up when a shadow falls over her. There's a boy about her age smiling a bit unnervingly at her, and she tilts her head.
"Hey, what's your name?" She opens her mouth to reply, but then notices that he isn't looking at her face. She follows his gaze down to her chest and lets out a scandalized gasp, pulling the book up to cover herself.
"Excuse you!" She says primly, barely holding Pascal back when he turns an angry red and tries to run straight for him.