#chat:kit

[punzgothel]

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Rapunzel wasn’t sure what he was implying, between the layers of him not having his own happiness and somehow being able to help her find her own. How he could do that, she wasn’t entirely sure, and the thought that he was unhappy in his own near-engagement broke her heart a little. In his hurt, she saw the same expression that Ella had been holding in her own eyes. To think that they were heartbroken over one another and that Rapunzel couldn’t tell either of them that undeniable fact. Part of her wished that he was still hurting over her, but she couldn’t have him and the two people who she was torn between now. “You want me to get my happy ending?” she repeated, giving him a sad smile. “Remember when I thought that would be you?” 

She thought about Jim and Flynn, both of whom were important to her in different ways. “I could use your help, actually. I need to make a decision, and I’m going to wind up hurting someone either way.” Rapunzel bit her lip, hesitant to open up with him in a way that she hadn’t before. “There’s two people, and I have such a strong connection to both of them, just in a different way, and I don’t know what to do. You were the one who made the decision last time, and I’m just--I don’t know how to do this, how to hurt someone like this.”

[attaant]

who: atta & @charmingkit

where: kit's house

It was crazy to think that Atta had nearly been betrothed to the guy sitting next to her on his sofa, in their sweatpants. Since they'd been children, Atta and Kit had been best friends, finding each other at parties their parents had gone to. Their engagement had been a discussion way back when, but all the blonde could think now was that she was glad it hadn't happened, since the two had grown so close on a platonic level since then. Kit knew her soul on a level that only two other people had seen, including her sister and Flik. "Am I invited to this butler birthday of yours?" she asked, looking over to him with a grin. A Friday with Kit in their pajamas, glass of wine in hand, was the best kind of weekend she could spend. "I just want to have some wine and cheese without having to go to that restaurant. You know Hopper likes it over there," Atta reminded him, giving a roll of her eyes. "I could be your plus one! Or plus two, if you have one."

[attadreyfus]

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All Atta had ever known was duty to her family, and it seemed like the only thing that she and Kit Charming had in common was just that. Except, she would never go and be with someone else while engaged to a man her parents had arranged for her to be married to. The last thing she wanted was to wind up like Marie and on the outs of her own engagement. That was something she had to set clear with Kit, her supposed-to-be-almost-fiance. If there was any way that this arrangement was going to work for her, there had to be boundaries set. 

The only thing was that Atta was never one that was good at setting boundaries, at least not without being incredibly anxious that she was going to wind up hurting the other person in the process. This lunch was supposed to be all about doing just that, in the house that was supposed to be hers someday. “So ... Kit. Is that short for something? Doesn’t matter if it is or not. Anyway, I just wanted to discuss, um, what was going on with the things that were written about you? Sorry, I’m just kind of a cut-to-the-chase kinda girl, and I just ... wanted to get it out of the way, y’know?”

[punzieeeee]

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Kit seemed a bit frustrated beside her as he waited for Flynn, and though she was sure he was used to better service than the Duckling had to offer, he had to have known what he was getting into, coming here. At least she had his height to try and help to get her soda refilled. "Yeah, it's a busy one tonight. Why? I don't know. I think the second warm weather happens, people flock out of the house." That's how it seemed, anyway. Rapunzel could remember wanting to feel the warmth on her face when the sun shone through her windows when he was younger, too. Despite her differences with people who had been on the outside this whole time, there were still little things that made them all human.

"Rapunzel," she replied with a grin, raised on her toes in attempt to reach his height, taking his hand to shake. "Her name's Ella? Blonde, makes a fantastic batch of banana bread." Rapunzel could only hope that he knew who she was talking about, though she knew that he must have plenty of blonde girls working for him. "I met her at the bookstore, she's one of my best friends."

[attaant]

Going out at a time like this seemed hardly the answer, but life unfortunately went on for people who either weren't personally affected by what happened at the festival, or were too rich to care. Atta was by herself, knowing she would find Kit at some point during the evening to take her husband's place. It didn't take long, as there was only one person she truly wanted to seek out and spend her time with. Though she knew nothing had hurt Kit physically, she still knew how difficult something like this could be, having experienced her life blowing up in her face more times than she cared to remember.

"She's okay," Atta assured him, "just a little scratched up. Buster actually took a freaking bullet for her, which was … wild." Atta was repeatedly in awe of what her husband had done for her sister; despite promising that he would take care of them, it was another thing entirely to watch him keep his promise in such a drastic fashion. "No, I had no idea, I mean … Hopper's been trying to get the borders open, for business purposes, for a while, but nothing successful. He wasn't behind this, though, I know that."

-timeskip-

It had been hard to get hold of the blonde girl lately. Kit felt like something big was about to happen, with major shadows moving around. There were whispers of the borders opening, an idea he found insane. Who would want to risk such an unknown? And hadn’t this island been enough for them in the first place? Of course, Kit only knew luxury, as he was, well, Kit. The bombing at the festival confirmed his suspicions—there was indeed a lot happening in the background. With Dot hurt and several others injured, he knew Atta must know more.

When he finally caught up to her at an event, he sat her down and began, "How's Dot feeling?" Kit asked, his voice filled with concern. "I've been hearing things, but this is all new to me," he remarked. Kit had always been more occupied with his work, and the sudden influx of gossip was overwhelming. "Have you known about this for a while?"

[smileystewart]

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One of the people Miley had been dreading running into most upon her return to Walt Grove was Kit. Though the two had a past between just him and Miley, what he didn’t know was that she was the one behind the blonde wig when he’d hooked up with Hannah Montana. It was definitely for the best this way, but she couldn’t help but feel like one day he’d catch on. She still had an unfortunate crush on the guy, but her time in California weakened the feelings she’d once had.

It was inevitable that the two would find each other sometime--the town wasn’t that big, after all. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was for it to be a Friday night, as she stood in her sweats in line at the supermarket with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in the other. She tried to avoid eye contact, but it was when she dropped the bright orange bag on the floor that he stepped forward to pick it up and her anonymity was over. “You ... thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I mean, I probably would’ve broken this bottle on the floor trying to bend over, but that was one time,” she joked, giving a shaky laugh. “Long time, no see, huh? How are you?”

[jayxnash]

@kit-shepherd

Now that's a great shirt

And don’t you know it, babe.

[jaqmaus]

event starter for @kit-charming​

Jaq considered Kit Charming one of his friends. The two spent time together at the parties that Kit and his friends threw around town, and they both seemed to match the same kind of party lifestyle that left Jaq single and working the festival instead of attending it with someone. Kit, on the other hand, was here with Ella, and Jaq couldn’t say he was thrilled about it. One of the reasons he hadn’t pursued Ella all of these years was that he knew she deserved better than himself, and he knew that she deserved better than Kit, too. He wanted to stay home and take the night off, but knowing that Ella and Kit would be here together got him off his couch and here to snoop. “Mr. Charming,” he said, handing Kit a glass of champagne from his tray. “Did you lose Ella already?”

[punzgothel]

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It was clear that he didn’t get it, what she was saying and asking to hear. Maybe it was for the best: she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to know the answer after what Ella had told her. Rapunzel wasn’t sure how to move on, though, when she wasn’t sure that anything would ever feel the way it had with the person beside her. “Thank you,” she said finally, looking at the piece in front of her. She thought about his answer more, what the significance of a meteor strike really meant. What happened with Kit had to happen to move on and find what her new dream was supposed to be. All she wanted to ask was if Ella was his now. “I guess you’re right.” She wasn’t sure what to tell him about how she was doing: it wasn’t great, but how was she supposed to admit that without him feeling pity for her? Did he even deserve that much of the truth? “I’m okay. The event, um, is beautiful. Thank you, as I’m sure you had to have some sort of responsibility for me being a part of it.”

[attadreyfus]

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Atta let out a sigh, avoiding his gaze. She had been avoiding this conversation for a while now, but since she had somehow convinced Hopper to put off the dinner that was supposed to happen between he and Kit, it had to happen at some point. She couldn’t have him going into it blind, without knowledge of who he was dealing with. “My business partner--well, he’s kind of my boss? I don’t really know what he is. Anyway, the first thing you need to know about him is that he’s a dangerous man. Like, he blew up one of our trucks because he got mad dangerous.” She paused, finally looking at him for a moment.  He had to know the risks before meeting with him and signing his life away to being part of her company.

“He wants to have dinner with us, which would be a totally normal thing to expect out of someone you’re doing business with, but Hopper’s ... not normal. He kind of hates me, which is ridiculous in itself, because all I do is anything he asks of me! I don’t really know what else he wants from me, but that’s besides the point. He said he likes you already, because, well, you’re you.” Atta sat up straight, turning her body toward Kit now, serious. “You can’t buy into it, got it? He’s going to sweet talk and make it seem like getting involved with him is a good idea, and it just isn’t. He sells all sorts of illegal stuff, and I just don’t want you to agree to anything he asks of you, okay?”

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel & @charmingkit​​ where: the snuggly duckling

The people who she’d come to meet around the Duckling had been some of her favorites since stepping out into the world. There were people of all walks of life who found themselves at the hole-in-the-wall that Rapunzel was happy to consider almost a second home with how much time she spent there. Though she never drank much, Rapunzel just liked hanging around, sipping the non-alcoholic versions of the most sugary drinks, courtesy of Flynn, and talking to the people who came through the doors. “Excuse me?” she asked one man, stepping up to the bar to refill her glass. “Do you mind getting that guy for me? He knows what to fill this with.” Rapunzel slid her cup onto the counter, pointing at Flynn before looking to the stranger, who wasn’t really a stranger at all. “Oh, I know you! I mean, I don’t know you, but I know who you are--my friend works for you. Kit, right? I’ve only heard good things about you, I promise. She says you’re a great boss.”

[scamperoo]

There was a hesitation to him, one that Scamp knew was coming from the reluctance to tell him what was actually going on with Atta and Molt's marriage. For all Kit knew, he could be an incredibly good actor who had happened to be on Hopper's side, faking the whole thing. While it wasn't the case, it was a possibility that Scamp had always considered when talking to his coworkers, especially when it was about their boss. "No, I guess you can't," he agreed, "but I'm trying to get him to be more reasonable, whenever I can. One of those areas is with her--with Atta." Scamp could most certainly do better with advocating for her, but he was sure Kit could be fairly impressed with hearing that he was even trying at all.

"You, too?" In all honesty, Scamp had thought that Atta and Kit were too old to get into some form of an arranged marriage. His message was clear, though, and honestly, it sucked. He could never imagine having to be stuck with a girl he barely knew, if he ever wanted to get married to begin with. "Well, who the hell are you supposed to marry, then? Who's the lucky girl?" Hopefully it wasn't one of the girls he was remotely interested in, but half of his stomach had sunk when Angelica had come to mind. All he could do now was hold out hope that he was wrong.

"You can't teach an old dog new tricks," Kit responded, shrugging his shoulders. Hopper was a calculated man, and if he chose to respond in such a manner to his subordinates, there had to be a reason, a reason that only he himself could confirm. Kit glanced at his watch once again, realizing that there was still plenty of time. Perhaps this conversation with one of the prominent figures in the gang could prove to be beneficial. It could provide him with insights and a deeper understanding of the intricate power dynamics at play. One thing was certain: Hopper possessed an iron grip on his organization. Kit had never witnessed such commanding leadership in his entire life, even among the most influential CEOs in town. Scamp began to open up about his parents, catching Kit off guard. He hadn't expected such a personal revelation, but he appreciated the vulnerability displayed by Scamp. It was something he could relate to on some level.

"Hmm," Kit sighed, biting his lip. He understood what Scamp was expressing—a sentiment that struck a chord deep within him. In fact, Kit himself was destined for a similar fate as Atta. This arranged marriage came as no surprise. Kit recalled the mysterious woman he had encountered one night, the one he could never forget but would never see again. If he were to pursue a love match and defy the expectations of his family, his father would surely have something to say about it. "I know what Atta is going through, unfortunately," Kit confessed, his voice filled with a tinge of sadness and understanding. “Beyond the power of our wealth and name, we hold very little control of our lives.” He confessed.

[angelangeliques]

~lil party time skip~

Angelique had never had a party go so wrong before. The most photogenic parts of the evening, including the proposal itself and the dances, were fabulous, planned to protection. It was everything that came after that had gone down what seemed like an unredeemable path. She had been called into where she thought was Kit's office to answer for the crimes, but had been met with Colin Hopper himself, who had gotten rather cross with her after everything about the party had turned upside down. She left the office feeling defeated, seeing Kit come out of his room and offering him a wave.

"Kit, I'm so sorry about how the night is going, I--I can't apologize enough," she insisted as she approached him. Angelique wasn't even sure how much damage had been done to his property out in the vineyard. She'd been told that there would be enough security, but apparently not enough for a group of adolescent boys. "Is there anything I can do to help? Anyone I need to kick out? Anything to make this night easier for you, I'll do."

"Roses, consider it done." He clicked his tongue, winking at the blonde girl. Belle was sophisticated and well-read. Kit had to admit that he truly had fun in her presence, discussing Freud or Satre, his required readings as a homeschooled kid. Kit was given the best teachers in town, and though he wasn’t exactly their best student (as he often pulled pranks on them), his father had invested so much in him that some of their teachings were retained. Nevertheless, this girl in front of him, a friend of Belle, well --- she looks different. Belle looks like a good conversation in the morning air with hot tea in their hands. Meanwhile, Angelique… she screams champagne nights and smudged red lipstick. Kit smiled at her, his daze lasting a little longer than intended.

When the wine reached her lips, the raise of her eyebrow and her surprised, bright eyes were expected. It was a classic Kit move, drinking from his glass and enjoying the taste of his hard work. "Not bad, eh?" He answered modestly, a curl in his lips repressing a smirk, while his shoulders raised for a shrug. "It took me years to perfect it. This one, in particular, is my mix. We also got bottles that are from my family’s recipe. Those are the ones we widely export. Perhaps we could get a glass once our orders arrive, don't you think?" And just like that, business was done — they were talking now, something that Kit would more likely prefer. "Don’t worry about the guest list, I’ll have that done for you three days from now."

[punzgothel]

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It wasn’t often that Rapunzel ran into someone like Kit Charming, especially not when she was in her haphazard disguises. She wasn’t sure he would recognize her with Eugene’s cap on her head and Cass’s sunglasses on her face. After searching her surroundings for her mother, she decided it was safe enough to take her poor disguise off and greet him. “I thought you had people to go out and run errands for you,” she teased, slipping her sunglasses into her jeans as Rapunzel greeted him with a smile. “Long time, no see. Have you not been throwing as many parties, or have I just not been invited?”

[punzgothel]

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It wasn’t long after the blog post had dropped that Rapunzel had received a text from Kit, but she wasn’t even in the right space to read it. Then came another, and another, and before she knew it, it was later that night, and there was a voicemail on her phone. Peyton was sleeping over, though, and she didn’t want to ruin what was supposed to be a night of not thinking about Kit and what the blog post had said about him.

Peyton was asleep, though, and maybe she could get away with listening to the voicemail, just to hear his voice, to hear if there was anything in there that might redeem him. Instead, it was simple: he was on his way, and Rapunzel leapt out of her bed, threw on a sweatshirt, and headed to the front door as quietly as she possibly could. She’d always had Kit pick her up on her corner, so that he wouldn’t know which house was theirs, and when she reached the steps, she could already see his car in the distance.

Rapunzel locked the door behind her and saw Kit get out of his car to begin toward her. She took slow steps, scared. She wasn’t sure what he was going to say or if she’d even want to hear it, but the slower she walked, the longer she could postpone the inevitable. When she finally reached him, her arms were folded over her chest, and she gave him a small wave in greeting. 

“Hi,” she said simply, keeping a safe distance from Kit as they met on the corner. “You can’t, um, come inside ... everyone’s sleeping. I have a friend staying over. If you wanted to talk, we’d have to go somewhere. If that’s okay.”

[punzgothel]

event starter for @mrkitcharming​

It had been a few days since Rapunzel had gone on her date with Kit. It went surprisingly well, as well as she thought first dates might go. It was exciting to actually do something with her feelings for once, but tonight, she just wanted to keep the peace between the two most important men in her life. That was way more important than any feelings she had. “Are you sure this thing is stable?” she asked him as they waited in line for the ferris wheel. Rapunzel crooned her neck up to look toward the top; she wasn’t particularly afraid of heights after living her whole life in a tower of all places, but she was afraid that the circular metal structure would just roll onto the sand in a moment’s notice. “We’re not going to just roll into the ocean, right? This is totally safe?”