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To be honest, Flynn would never have thought he could ever visit a... convent. Not that he had anything against them, but he didn't exactly love them. He had never been inside one, let's say, but he had been in an orphanage long enough to know that they couldn't be too different. The women who worked in the orphanage were loyal to God, and though they were on the side of pacifism and all that nonsense, they did not treat the children in their care with the utmost care, if you know what I mean. Another of the many reasons Flynn had decided to run away, the main one being... he wanted to create a name for himself. A name that everyone would remember. Not that he wanted to be arrogant (okay, maybe a little), but he had achieved his goal.
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He had caused so much trouble throughout the Enchanted Forest that he was sure everyone he had robbed would want to see his head on a plate. Of all the places where his presence had been most noticed, the most notable was undoubtedly Corona, home sweet home. Where he had stolen millions of times, where he normally avoided entering because the guards were looking for him all the time, and even more so when he had the wonderful idea of wanting to steal the lost princess's crown. And believe me, it was a good idea. After all, he'd done it, he'd stolen it. Somehow it felt as if he had taken all hope away from the people, but he didn't care much for it.
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The problem is that later, it turned out to not be such a good idea... you know, after discovering that Rapunzel, the girl who had blackmailed him, forcing him in the process to take her to see the lanterns dedicated to the lost princess, was really that princess, and that the crown he had stolen belonged to her. Of course, he had discovered all that after losing contact with the blonde, after being locked in the castle dungeons for a whole year. He hadn't had a chance to explain the misunderstanding that had occurred. He had not wanted to steal the crown, at least not for the second time. Flynn hadn't had a chance to explain anything to her... or help her. He only hoped she would have been reunited with her parents, the king and queen.
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Anyway, now all that didn't really matter... he had met again with Rapunzel, and had had the opportunity to explain everything, and she had given him a second chance, even though they had never given each other a chance in the first place. Her forgiveness was all he had needed. Except for now, now he needed to run, to escape. You see, as we have already explained, he was inside the convent, distributing food and toys (which might or might not be stolen, no one could confirm or deny anything) to the children who lived there. He had been like this for years, with nothing, and he certainly didn't want to see anyone else go through what he had to go through. As he put everything he had collected on a white table, however, his dark eyes caught a glimpse of a man who looked vaguely familiar. And... unfortunately, he was. The male was familiar, too familiar. The king, the king of Corona, the king who had ordered all the guards to catch him, dead or alive. The king who was willing to hang him in the middle of the square, and if it hadn't been for Max's interruption, Flynn would be already dead. Basically, the father-in-law who wanted him dead. Literally. Flynn felt the panic settling in his body, but decided to turn his gaze away from the man's figure.... perhaps he passed unnoticed, perhaps the king did not even recognize him. Hopefully.
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<h1>you look like i need a drink</h1>

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He was tired. He was tired of that tedious day and he just wanted it to be over. Nothing hadn't even happened that might have slowed him down so much. It was just one of those days when you woke up with no desire to do anything, no desire to get up, just wanting to stay in bed and get entangled in the sheets and hopefully get some more sleep. As we can see, he hadn't decided to stay in bed, because it wasn't something he was used to doing either. He had always woken up relatively early, as all plans that included stealing had to be prepared as soon as possible.
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Of course, he wasn't trying to steal anything now, he was actually trying to leave such a horrible habit behind, buried 20 feet underground, if possible. He wanted to do it for Rapunzel, he wanted to show her that the man she fell in love with, Eugene, was still there, he was only slightly hidden by Flynn's layers. But he wanted to stop stealing, he wanted to look for an honest job and earn an honest living, but at the moment his plan to leave that addictive vice behind was failing catastrophically. And why am I saying that? Because he had already broken his word.
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It's not like he had promised or sworn not to steal, but still. He had stolen. A gold watch. It had been too easy, as if the world was tempting him to steal. Perhaps falling into his bad habits was also one of the reasons he felt so... dirty, so bad. Ugh, he's never felt bad about stealing before. Proud, happy, strong, arrogant... yes, but he had never repented. And at times he would like to continue to own the difference that had accompanied him for half his life, but look at that, apparently getting involved in a relationship pushed you to have morale. Horrible.
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Maybe that's how he ended up in the Rabbit Hole, sitting at the bar next to a girl who seemed too immersed in what she was doing with that rectangular device with a keyboard. Seriously, all the technology today drove him crazy... why did they have to progress and evolve? Flynn played with the gold watch between his fingers, letting out some sighs. Then he put the watch in his trouser pocket and took a sip of whatever he was drinking. A rather sour drink, that's all he could say. "What the hell is that? Seriously, every time I come here, I only see people with gadgets bigger than the previous ones".



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<h1>happy thoughts</h1>

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Okay, so, Valentine's Day. Flynn wasn't sure how he should act when it was about that party that celebrated love, because he had never celebrated it before, but if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that you had to spend the whole day with the person you loved, and definitely that person for him was Rapunzel. Perhaps they had been more or less a year apart, she in this new city living alone, and he imprisoned in those filthy, stinking dungeons, but now, by the force of fate or whatever they had been brought back together again, and this time Eugene did not intend to lose her, not again.
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So now seeing them at the carnival that the city had staged shouldn't surprise anyone. There were millions of small booths where they sold all kinds of food he couldn't name, there were also others that apparently gave you a giant stuffed animals if you could hit a bull's-eye, and what for the moment had caught his attention most, giant machines that looked like... I don't know, they looked like they flew to the sky and then went back down again, it was something he didn't truly understand, but it seemed fun. And dangerous, because if you fell from that height, you'd probably run the risk of killing yourself, but you can't have fun without taking risks.
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The boy, unaware of his actions, grasped Rapunzel's hand, feeling more relieved and secure in feeling that she was with him. "See anything you like?" he asked, although from what he knew she'd be as confused as he was. They were both strangers in that new world, and they had no idea how nothing worked, so he wasn't sure why he had decided to ask her if anything caught her eye if he already knew the answer to that. He couldn't help it, I guess.
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"I see you're still refusing to wear shoes... You know you're in danger of getting fungus? Although it seems that the world is always on your side, you did not step on any hedgehog, no skewers, no splinters, no sharp branches in our forest adventure. If it had been me who had been walking without shoes, I would have finished with my beautiful feet made a portrait. The world likes you, Goldie" and believe me, a portrait worse than those posters that portrayed his nose so horribly wrong. Seriously, it was a nose. How could it be so hard for them to draw a nose? Wasn't the hair harder or something?.



<h2>Rapunzel &hearts;</h2>

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<h1>don't sell yourself short</h1>

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Stealing in that town hadn't been turning out to be... fruitful. He had been in that town's dungeons so many times that he probably could list how many bars each cell had, without hesitating. It was quite humiliating, if he had to be completely honest. After all, he was Flynn Rider, the most wanted thief of Corona, whom they wanted dead or alive, who had managed to steal the crown of the Lost Princess in a room surrounded by guards and had escaped victorious, betraying in the process his two assistants, or allies, or tools, any denomination would be acceptable, except friends.
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He had also been the one who had snuck into the castle of the Evil Queen and the Witch of the West and had come out alive. Close by, but alive. Instead, it seemed like those town's alarms were able to defeat him and alert store owners that an intruder had entered, and Flynn urgently needed some apparatus to indicate where those alarms were located because he didn't seem to be able to find them. And even if he had found them, he probably would have encountered the following problem: he wasn't sure how to turn them off, unplug them, or whatever it was you did with them.
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Although maybe that was all for his own good. Flynn had promised himself that he would stop stealing, for Rapunzel, and yet it seemed that he was still on the same path. And believe me, it's not like he wanted to keep stealing, keep hiding in the shadows, it was because... he couldn't forget the vice so easily, he couldn't unhook himself overnight. That's not how it worked. Still, he wanted to try to live a good... honorable life, so to speak, without robberies or cops or allies who wanted to rip his head off.
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Yeah, that life called his name. But not today.
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Oh no way, that day Eugene had managed to steal a gold pendant from one of the few jewelry stores in town, and he was incredibly proud. Ha, whoever said he'd lost his spark... he still had it. The thief stared at the pendant in his hands, although he soon had to start running because... you know, apparently he hadn't been as subtle as he thought he had been. Surveillance cameras, oh how he hated them. At least he was hoping they'd have captured him in all his glory. Eugene started running in one... inconcrete direction, and in an attempt to distract the dear old cops, he ran into a dead end. He stood there, glued to the wall for what seemed like hours, until the cops decided to leave. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to get out of the alley, and would have done it if he hadn't met a teenager right under his nose. Eugene could not suppress the scream that left his throat, clutching the collar tighter. "What are you doing!?" he murmured-shouted, not too loud, though.


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<h1>a selfish man is a thief</h1>

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That day had been, to put it simply, a success. Everything had gone exactly as planned. You see, he had fixed his eyes on a sort of rare and expensive artifact that was being kept in a house of those people who possessed money with which they could afford to be spent on nonsense, like that artifact that frankly had no use, it was just... expensive and rare, and apparently people loved things that could not be found easily. Flynn of course knew how to admire strange and peculiar artifacts, like those gems he was now holding triumphantly in his hands. Obtaining them had not been particularly difficult either, everything had to be said.
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He had enlisted the help of a man who was known to storm houses, stealthily and quietly. Seriously, that guy was a genius, when he snuck into some house you could barely hear his breath. No really, if he hadn't been walking beside him, and if the man hadn't been constantly moving, he could have thought he was dead, it was pretty creepy, the truth must be told. Anyway, he had helped him to break into the house without arousing any suspicion of the marriage that resided there, and together they had successfully stolen the gems.
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Then, maybe, and I say maybe, Flynn had, uh, run away with the gems, trying to get away from the man. It had been funny. Flynn running for his life screaming at him if they couldn't stay friends after this, and the man just screaming barbarities to the air. As expected, the thief had managed to escape without being caught, thanks to the gods. He wasn't sure what would have happened to his body, and more importantly, to his face if the man had caught him, but hey, he had escaped, that was the important thing, what mattered. And now he was in possession of the gems.
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He smiled proudly as he walked without any direction in mind, thinking of who a prospective buyer might be, though he couldn't think much more because he ended up crashing into a man who frankly seemed to be in trouble, judging by... well, by the force with which they had collided. The stranger seemed to be in a hurry, maybe running... from something. Flynn groaned in bewilderment, managing to stay on his feet. "Man, next time aim for the place where there isn't a completely innocent person walking through".



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