[rapunzel]

Something isn't right with Rapunzel.

Roy knows it'd be pretty bold of him to assume he knows what a real life Disney princess is like most of the time, and under normal circumstances he wouldn't, but under normal circumstances, he wouldn't know her at all. Darrow isn't normal and this weird bloody life he's found himself in isn't normal and something is off with Rapunzel, even if he feels a bit presumptuous to be thinking so.

If someone did this to him, he'd be pissed. He doesn't like having his space or his privacy invaded, might even headbutt someone who presumed to show up at his place completely uninvited and unwelcome, but he's here anyway. A few half-hearted answers to his texts haven't done a bloody thing to assuage his concern.

"Oi," he calls softly from the other side of her flat door. He raps his knuckles on the frame, wondering if she'll answer. Someone else let him up when he said he was trying to check on the girl with all the hair, some neighbour who also seems a little worried, which doesn't exactly make Roy feel any better.

"Are you in?" he calls. "Come t'the door."