watching from the windows

“no sleeping… got it,” flynn answered, even as is his eyes were closed. this whole thing was kind of ridiculous, but rapunzel had been so excited to stay up and finally get to meet santa that there was no way he was going burst that bubble for her. in all honesty, it was a little surprising that gothel had never told her the truth before about the holidays - after all she had seemed to like trying to crush all high spirits in the blonde, but maybe she must have had some kind of soft spot for christmas. or whatever. flynn didn’t really care what gothel’s reasoning had been to let rapunzel believe in santa for so long - all that mattered was she did and he was going to do his best to give her one last amazing christmas before he told her parents and let them break the bad news to her. “so what are you planning to do once you meet this big man, blondie?”

rapunzel had chugged two full hot chocolate’s as well as munched on a handful of marshmallows in preparation for the night. the sugar rush would hit at any moment, she was sure of it. rapunzel knew she was being silly, acting like a child, but this was her first real christmas. if flynn fell asleep, she wouldn’t hold it against him. she knew it was a big thing to ask of him to stay up with her all night. in all honesty she’d just wanted an excuse for him to cuddle her on the couch all night. “i don’t know. ask the technicalities first, i guess. how does he manage to get to every house on a single night? even with the timezones!”

Pascal looked over the food on his plate, prodding at it with his fork with a raised brow. He loved Rapunzel, truly, and he certainly done worse for her in the name of friendship but something about the dish irked him, maybe it was the fact that he had already eaten so much that at this point he was already starting to feel full, or maybe it was just the disdain that came with the mention of his best friend’s old guardian. Everything was okay now, obviously, but it didn’t keep him from being the terribly protective person he was, especially when it came to her. “…This isn’t a sort of scheme to poison me on the spot, is it?” He raised a brow warily, eyeing the girl over in a teasing manner. “Yeah, didn’t really feel right goin’ to any without you there, but,hey. Look at us now, livin’ it up and eating so much we probably won’t be able to stand by the end of the night. Can I trust in you to roll ne outta here once it’s all over?” He questioned, an amused smile meeting his lips. “I mean, whatever comes to mind first, ya know? Flynn, me, the island, me, your new apartment, art, me..”.

“okay then,” anya answered with a small shrug as she decided to try it anyway. after all, people had been avoiding her dish all day - it would be wrong to do the same for someone else’s. scooping up a small portion of the potato pancake and adding it to her plate. “yeah. we don’t really do this stuff in russia… i guess just say something generic? like you’re thankful for everyone here? or simply name a few people and then move on?” 

“that’s good advice.” rapunzel nodded. there were a lot of people she was thankful for. she was thankful every damn day for the life she now had and the friends she had with her. most of all, though, she was thankful for flynn. she knew it would be really gushy to go on and on about him though so she’d just have to prove how thankful she was later on that night. “what’re you thankful for? if you don’t mind telling me. no pressure.”

star was feeding off of rapunzel’s energy, grinning with her and taking a fork so she could grab a bite of her kartoffelpuffer. “i like the name. is it german? polish? either way it’s really cool. i could eat like…ten of these.” she giggled. “why are you nervous? oh my gosh, don’t be nervous! you’re so great! people love you! i love you. it’s gonna be okay. tell me what you’re thankful for.”

“german! its the one thing about my heritage i actually seemed to have right growing up.” everything else had been a lie. even now, with her biological parents, rapunzel was still unsure about her history. what made her rapunzel was only the things she knew about herself. she couldn’t put importance on her heritage because it was just too much of a mess. but, being german, that was something she could rely on. no one could change that. “its just so many people! and i don’t know how these work. do i go ahead and like... just talk about what i’m thankful for? do we sing? do we play games? star! i’m new to this.” she giggled.

“i prefer to think of it as entertaining you,” flynn corrected with a lazy grin. really he knew he could be a bit of a nuisance to the blonde at time, but the end product turned out fine and they had fun making it, so that was all that mattered right? “hmm…” he pretended to think her offer over before nodding and holding out his hand. “alright fine. i think i can do that. after all, a cupcake or two should be an easy swipe.” wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her into a quick hug and pecked a soft kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, it is. you’ve got this, blondie.”

“oh, it’s definitely entertaining. its just also quite distracting. i don’t know if you knew this but i have a one tracked mind. when you’re talking to me, no one and nothing else gets my attention. usually because i’m admiring your fancy hair and cute butt.” rapunzel admitted. the blonde had never held anything back from her boyfriend, why should she now? she didn’t exactly get embarrassed over things like this. rapunzel immediately settled into his arms and let her eyelids close for a moment as he pressed a kiss to her head. giving his chest a pat, punz pushed away from him, checking around her to make sure she’d gotten everything packed up. turning back to her boyfriend she bounced a little, “lets go! driving or walking?”