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[If you know anything about the Once-ler (aside from the whole herbicidal dick thing), it's that he loves music. His childhood dreams of being a rock star were crushed a long time ago, but he never truly gave up. Music was more than one of his various career ventures. It became a part of him. Then the Thneed happened, and music was shoved aside. His muse died, and no number of fancy guitars could bring it back.

So he gave up.

At the Keep, The Once-ler isn't busy at all. He's never had more free time in his entire life. He's been aware of the bower for quite some time now, but has made it a point to avoid it. Sometimes just thinking about music is enough to upset him, and taunting himself with the sight of instruments is extremely counterproductive. But now he's forced himself into the bower, forced himself to tune an acoustic guitar and strum a chord or two. Or four. Or six or eight or ten. Maybe an obscene amount of free time is all you need to get your muse back. If you'd like to stumble across a guy that seems far more giddy than any man should, this is your chance.]

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[She finally looks up at him then, and smiles lightly, setting the guitar aside in favor of climbing into his lap and looping her arms around him.]

It's the truth. You do. I...really care about you, Once-ler. I do.

[He sets aside his guitar as well and hugs her close. Rapunzel is too good for him, far too good for him. She deserves someone that isn't awful, someone that won't lie to her. He's selfish. She's not his to take. He needs to let her go.

But he can't.]

I care about you more than I care about myself.

[Is that really the truth?]

[She nestles close, resting her head on his shoulder with a quiet sigh.]

That's... How I feel about you too, Once-ler.

[He feels like he has her trapped. Ensnared. This isn't a relationship, this is... What is this? He can't even describe it. Something based vaguely on manipulation.

The intimacy of this moment is frightening him.]

So, uh, hey! Let's write a duet?

[She only knows how she feels, and how she feels right now is...strange. So strange that she doesn't want to think about it any longer.]

That's a wonderful idea.

Yeah! Yeah.

[Phew. Now he just has to diffuse all this tension and they'll be good to go.]

Sooo, what about?

[She ponders a moment.]

Maybe...the Keep? [Something simple?]

[Tension diffused? Subject change successful?]

A safe bet, and a good one. Definitely no shortage of inspiration there. [He strums a chord or two, then pauses.] ... You never really think about how cool the Keep is until you wanna write a song about it.

[A little bit. She feels a little better, anyway.]

That's true. We could write about...simply being here. What it's like, maybe? It's...not always so bad, is it?

[CHEEEEERFULNESS.]

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EXCUSE ME MISS U R ON HIATUS

SHHHHHH

IM TELLING ON U

NO DON'T