~ Rapunzel, Rapunzel... Let Down Your Hair ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well. Eugene would understand, right?

 

She stopped right outside of Hoover Hall, bouncing on her toes to keep her mind off the cold as she counted out the windows. She remembered which room was Eugene's, which meant that his window... was going to be that one. She drew in a deep breath, then grabbed some of her hair and whipped it forward, aiming for a hook-like protrusion on the windowsill. Once the hair was tied securely around it, she pulled herself all the way up to his window, seated herself on the windowsill while pulling the knot free, then carefully pushed open the window and climbed inside.

 

This was Eugene's bedroom. She could tell by the satchel leaning against the bedpost on the floor and the dark hair resting on the pillow. Without another moment's thought Rapunzel moved toward the bed, slipping in under the covers, and started settling in against Eugene's broad, warm backside.