(Eudio) Cuddlr

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Mr. Gold (Age: Quite dead in dog years) I'm flattered but... questioning your taste.

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YES
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NO
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[royalpassport]

[ When he comes across Gold's profile, Jefferson's not quite sure which way to swipe. What's the etiquette when coming across your former employer who may or may not be cursed?

In the end, the chance to talk to somebody familiar wins out over his apprehensions. ]

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That's oddly self-deprecating.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

you're oddly self-depracating

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So this is where you disappeared to.

[royalpassport]

How could anyone in Storybrooke know whether I've disappeared or not?

[ Since, you know, he's a shut-in. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Enough has happened that I assume if you were around someone would have seen you eventually, or your daughter.

[royalpassport]

[ WOMP WOMP. You said the wrong words, Gold. ]

I haven't had a daughter in 28 years.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

What do you remember, before coming here?

[royalpassport]

It doesn't matter. I know the curse has been broken for the rest of you. I don't need it rubbed in my face.

[ Sorry, Gold, he's just a little bitter about timelines. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Is that why you came here?

[royalpassport]

Yes. Why are you here?

[cantwalkwithoutit]

I would rather not discuss that on this infernal thing.

[royalpassport]

Some other time, then.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Seeing people still feels like a lot, even if he is surprised to have spoken to familiar people so soon -- pleasantly surprised that he didn't have reason to distrust at least one of them. He wonders if he wouldn't prefer for it to have been all strangers. ]

Of course.