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It's not like Kimmy isn't used to being stared at.

Back in Durnsville, the first few days after her rescue had been awful. Of course, she was thrilled to be free and to find that the whole world hadn't disappeared, but the photographers and journalists that wanted to know every single detail about her life underground had been less... thrilling.

In New York, she'd mostly blended in after her first day or two having been side-eyed. She was eccentric but for the most part anonymous. And she'd loved every bit of it. No one knew she was a "Mole Woman," that she'd spent the better part of her life in a bunker.

In Darrow, sometimes she gets second glances because her attire kind of resembles that of a third grader, at least in color, or because she's holding the city's cutest baby, but that's it. And that's why it's so surprising that during what should be a pretty normal commute to work, people won't stop looking at her. Some point, even. She checks her teeth, her hair. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

She's confused but relieved by the time she reaches Brian's place, letting herself in with a big exhale as she moves to lean against the closed door. 

[For Truth on Your Back plot, Kimmy has the message that she COULD HAVE ESCAPED on her back. Find her anywhere around Darrow the morning of the 21st or at Brian's if you, you know, live there.]

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"Sure, of course," Rapunzel tells her, keeping close as she leads her down the street. "Where do you want to go? My place is close. I could make us some tea and we could talk?"

She really wouldn't mind going someplace private, especially with these words on her back. "How's that sound?"

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"That sounds good," Kimmy says, in spite of the way that her stomach keeps turning uncomfortably. She trusts Rapunzel. She's one of the few people in the whole world who know what she's been through. At least a little. "I'm sorry," she adds. "For... your message, too.”

[fatesdesign]

"Oh, thank you," Rapunzel says quietly, giving her a small smile. She doesn't say much as she leads Kimmy to Ocean View and up to her apartment, unlocking the door and letting her in. "Okay, tea. And cookies. I have some cookies."

She pats Kimmy's arm before gathering her hair up and pointing towards the living room. "Sit down. I'll be right there."

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Kimmy's spent a good part of her life waiting, a few extra seconds while Rapunzel gets tea and snacks certainly won't kill her.

Though the brief absence while she's in the kitchen makes Kimmy panic more than it might usually, the mood of the day working against her. "What kind of cookies?" she calls out, to break the silence.

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Rapunzel fills her kettle with hands that are trembling slightly, and then sets it on the stove to boil while she reaches into the cupboard to grab the tea. Kimmy's voice nearly makes her jump, and a packet of peppermint tea falls to the floor.

"Oh, um--" She pauses to grab the tea, and then pulls a plastic bin of homemade cookies into her hands before carrying them into the living room. "I made a few different kinds. I really like to bake. Anyway, um-- there's chocolate chip. And chocolate chocolate chip. Also peanut butter chocolate--" She laughs softly and pulls off the lid, offering the tub to Kimmy. "I guess I really like chocolate."

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"Who doesn't love chocolate?" Kimmy says, grabbing for whichever. They all sound amazing. "I mean, I guess there are probably people who don't," she muses, relieved to not be talking about kidnapping or bunkers or captivity in general, for a moment. "But I don't think I've met any."