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Who: Rapunzel, Open. Everyone who wants to come to her birthday.
Rating: G? Or PG at most I'd guess.
Where: Probably down by the beach I guess? Wherever Touma and the others organized to have it
Summary: It's Rapunzel's nineteenth birthday and there is, of course, a party. Involving lanterns.

Rapunzel could barely contain her excitement when she woke up that morning. "Today is a very big day, Pascal. It's finally my birthday!" the now-nineteen year old exclaimed excitedly as she held her chameleon friend and pet in a sort of hug. Beyond mentioning lanterns to Eugene and letting Touma organize. Something, she had no idea what to expect. She was just happy it was her birthday and that she got to spend it here at the Garden with her friends and Eugene. She had no idea what to expect, only that it was likely something bigger than her usual birthdays spent with Gothel in the tower. Usually, there would be some sort of present, and perhaps a cake when she was younger, but it was still enough to get the blonde excited. It wasn't your birthday every day, after all. No matter what lay in store, Rapunzel was excited for the prospects of the day and night ahead, perhaps not quite to the almost manic extent as when she had left her tower initially, but she was still elated. Even if the prospect of Gothel showing up couldn't bring her down, not when she potentially had the lanterns (or, some at least) to look forward to. She'd been dreaming about the possibility of seeing them for herself ever since she could remember, watching them from the window of the tower. Today, she just might.

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Rapunzel had gotten presents on her previous birthdays, but that was just from Gothel. Here in the Garden, there was no longer just her "mother" to celebrate the big day with, of course. She supposed that things might have been different for Eugene and Cissie and everyone else's birthdays though. At least now she had the chance to figure out what would be expected of her when their birthdays came around.

"I can see that. It looks like you did a lot of work to get all this set up. It's beautiful, Eugene."

She raised an eyebrow curiously when Eugene muttered at Flynnigan, not able to see him yet given he was hiding behind Eugene.

"Flynn?"

"Uh..."

Flynnigan started to yip.

"I think Rinoa's dog might be around."

"Angel? Maybe. Sounds pretty close...." Because it was definitely loud. And sounded like it was coming from behind Eugene.

He put out a hand and placed it on Rapunzel's shoulder. "You're hearing things, Blondie. Must be the pre-birthday party jitters." He turned her around and gave her a little push forward. "Go see what Cissie's doing while I go check on the food."

Rapunzel's eyes narrowed, having the feeling there was something going on and he wasn't telling her. But maybe it was best to let it slide this time. Chances were she would probably find out later tonight or something, after all. So she let him turn her around.

"Okay. If you're sure you don't need help or anything. I'll see you in a bit then."

Flynnigan chose that exact moment to run from behind the presents and Eugene, and to tackle his strong legs and padded paws into Rapunzel's long, blonde hair.

Arf! Arf!

"Honey, I have some explaining to do."

Rapunzel stops when she sees the pup running to her, wincing a little as the dog gets at her hair as she kneels down to him. Hopefully his paws weren't too caught in her hair.

"So it would seem. He's pretty cute though. It...oh, it is a he, right?"

It was almost like when they had met Max, Rapunzel seemed quite amused and happy to see the pup. No doubt she would end up befriending him and talking to him in much the same way she did with Pascal.

Flynnigan yips at Rapunzel.

Eugene sighs.

"He is right. Your Highness, Princess Rapunzel of Corona, I'd like to introduce you to Flynnigan, the noisy, excitable wolf kid." He bends down and scratches behind Flynnigan's fuzzy ears. "Hear that, buddy? A pretty lady think you're cute."

"Flynnigan. The name from that story you used to read the kids at the orphanage?" She ponders it for a moment, getting her hair free from the wolf pup's paw as Eugene played with him.

"I like it. It suits him! When did you get him, Eugene?" Also unspoken was how and wondering what Garden's stance on pets were. Dogs were one thing but wolves might not be as accepted. Pascal was small enough that she didn't think anyone really minded, but well, likely Eugene would have talked to someone about the pup by now.

"Well someone has to take the name." He smiles at Rapunzel's innocence. "About a week or so ago. He was injured and Cissie helped me patch him up."

"Right. Well, I'm just glad you found him and he's okay. I guess Garden know about him and are okay with us keeping him?" Though really, she probably could have healed the pup herself if they had not been so insistant on keeping it a surprise from her.

Eugene feels something warm unfold in his chest. He slings an arm around Rapunzel's waist and holds her close, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "Thanks Blondie," he says into her neck's nape.

He thinks about her second question, moving his face to Rapunzel's shoulder so that he could speak without muffle. "Hmm, well, they didn't throw me out when they saw him, and seeing as I haven't gotten any pink slips lately, I'd say we're good to go."

"I guess that's okay then. I'm sure they would have said something if he wasn't allowed. I've never had a pet before except Pascal, but I'm sure it will be fun." Fun and very new. But still, he was adorable and reminded her perhaps a little of Max. She smiled and wrapped her own arm around Eugene, relaxing into his chest a little as she watched the pup at their feet.

If Eugene had been looking in on this moment (somehow, someway, someplace) he would probably comment that it looked like the perfect representation for the couples seen in romantic art within the city and the palace of Corona. The dashing young man with his beautiful maiden, very much in love, watching the setting with pride. Eugene had seen such displays made real, as when Rapunzel's father would pull his Queen close while they watched Rapunzel's horse riding lessons, or when Rapunzel unveiled one of her new art projects.

That he is now in his own perfect moment...

Eugene holds his princess against him, more at peace than he had ever been in any other moment in his life that had been sans Rapunzel. He speaks warmly: "And so begins the tales of Rapunzel and Eugene."

"I thought it had already begun the moment you climbed the tower." she commented, seeming more amused and curious at his storytelling tendencies. He did tell wonderful stories, she remembered from their campfire night. She had only ever seen the mural for the Lost Princess, not having such a knowledge or appreciation for romantic art back home to compare this moment to. But right now, right here. It was perfect. It was her birthday, she was with Eugene and her friends, who had gone to such trouble to set all of this up. She was content, even if she was still nervous about going back home. Savoring the moment. It wouldn't be her birthday forever, after all.

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