[ Rapunzel has battled her way to the complex in much the same state as Saitou, tracking mud and hair wherever she goes with little concern for either. The sheer abundance of sights, sounds, and smells - of sensory experiences bursting with flavour and amazing in their, yes, vividness - has overloaded and shepherded her mind into the comfort of numbness.
Now she's walking heedlessly, wandering and watching as people and lights and things swirl all around. She'd found Pascal, which is a relief, and he'd perched on her shoulder immediately, hardly straying from there until now, when he clambers up Rapunzel's neck to sit on and pull at the hair on her head. ]
Ow! Pascal, that's– OOMF.
[ That's another person's chest you're walking into that's what. ]
bonus!
Now she's walking heedlessly, wandering and watching as people and lights and things swirl all around. She'd found Pascal, which is a relief, and he'd perched on her shoulder immediately, hardly straying from there until now, when he clambers up Rapunzel's neck to sit on and pull at the hair on her head. ]
Ow! Pascal, that's– OOMF.
[ That's another person's chest you're walking into that's what. ]