[ Obviously the idea is to infiltrate and kill the other tributes, you beautiful fucking moron.
–is more or less along the lines of what Rapunzel is thinking when, blinded by the monocular from the rest of the world outside her circular slice of wintry sky, she feels an unexpected warmth and brush of fabric where there shouldn't be any such thing. The warm sand is supposed to be below her, right!? ]
Jaune, wha–
[ And just like that, he's back to not touching her and being a moron.
Rapunzel stares. ]
Did... you just– [ Uh oh, her lips are turning upwards, beginning a dangerous, mischievous smirk. ] ...try to hug me?
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–is more or less along the lines of what Rapunzel is thinking when, blinded by the monocular from the rest of the world outside her circular slice of wintry sky, she feels an unexpected warmth and brush of fabric where there shouldn't be any such thing. The warm sand is supposed to be below her, right!? ]
Jaune, wha–
[ And just like that, he's back to not touching her and being a moron.
Rapunzel stares. ]
Did... you just– [ Uh oh, her lips are turning upwards, beginning a dangerous, mischievous smirk. ] ...try to hug me?