video.

[beltet]

[ hi, port. have a rather petite, extremely flustered young man in girls' jeans and a loose, comfortable t-shirt (that he probably borrowed from someone). he has his arms crossed across his narrow chest and he's blushing.

belle is not exactly thrilled about waking up a boy this morning. ]

Um. I haven't been here long enough to really.. get used to this place, but.. is this normal? Where I'm from, people don't usually wake up the opposite gender.

[ he pauses, fidgeting, shifting from foot-to-foot. if anything, his blush is deepening the longer he's on the feed. ]

I-- I suppose I'm going to have to do a bit of shopping. It's not as if I can raid Gold's closet, he's far too tall.

[ and he's not sure if he can actually look rumpelstiltskin in the face right now, anyway. this is so embarrassing. ]

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[video]

[beltet]

[ a bright, teasing grin. ]

Well, one of us should be an optimist, don't you think? Otherwise, we'd both be miserable all the time.

.. Someone you know?

[video]

[faustianism]

I'll leave that to you, my dear. You are so much better then I at it.

[He gives a small nod. She, that is.] Yes. He's gone now, but you both have that boyish charm.

[video]

[beltet]

[ a thoughtful pause, head tilting slightly. ]

Was he a friend?

[video]

[faustianism]

[Very tempted not to bring it up, especially now. But he was learning that maybe he shouldn't lie to her.]

My son.