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[ 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. ]
beltet: o b i s g i r l | lj (❝ the business of misery ❞)
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Um. [ there's a girl in the video, in what looks like some kind of hospital gown, sweater, and coat. her brown hair is long and tangled, and she looks.. a little freaked out. (who can blame her?) she crosses her arms a little defensively across her chest, shifting from foot to foot and leaning down slightly to peer uncertainly in the mirror. ] I-- I guess this is a way to communicate? [ a short, slightly hoarse laugh. ] It's-- nostalgic, I guess. It makes me homesick-- magic, I mean. Not that I always.. approve, but..

[ she trails off, taking a ragged breath and leaning back, glancing away. ]

This is-- Canada? I-- I was in Storybrooke just a few minutes ago. [ a shudder, and she presses the heels of her palms to her eyes, shoulders hunching inward slightly, before offering another laugh, this one just a touch hysterical. ] I swear I'm going to start screaming if that was all some kind of-- hallucination. It's not-- It's not fair.

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