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Deal 002 ❖ [Video]

[And onto the video screen comes a grinning face, looking just a bit excited. But then, he has something in his conniving little head. He can't quite seem to help it.

Or maybe he can. Half of his actions are a carefully kept facade. But either way, here's the grin and the video feed fidgets just a bit as he sets it down on a table.]

Good afternoon to everyone! I... am looking for something.

I think I'm getting the general lay of this place. Yesyes, it's starting to make sense. Fascinating as it is. Strange as it is. But I've yet to find a certain something I would rather like to acquire.

So tell my, dearies, can anyone tell me where I might find a spinning wheel?

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( she gives a light chuckle as he announces the name for his shop, rolling her eyes with amusement. she grins. )

What an exceptionally creative name. ( only not really. still, it's sort of cute for him to have been so 'excited' about it. )

What kind of building do you want? Need it be large, or...?

Why thank you, deary. I thought so too.

[As for what he needs. Hmm.] Nothing too extravagant. I'll need a room out front for doing business and a room out back for, well, let's call it a workshop shall we?

Perhaps if there are other rooms we can call it a temporary home as well.

A workshop, ( she echoes the words. somehow they seem a bit haunting, but she shakes it off. she has no desire to know what he might do within the confinements of a 'workshop.' so instead, she replaces the fretting with something she assumes he will be doing in there that is 'innocent' enough: ) for your spinning, I imagine.

A home? ( she can't help but to smile at that one. ) I'll make sure it's in tiptop shape for you. ( she chuckles )

That's right! [Come now, Belle. Just to make potions and place his spinning wheel, really. Mostly. Honestly. Kind of.] That's right. And for crafting items that may be useful. Potions, little charmed bits and bobs.

[That has him laughing.] My my! I've secured myself a housekeeper even before I have a house to keep. I'm impressed with me.

Nothing dark, I trust? ( well, she can ask and hope and pray that there be nothing dark, but, this is Rumpelstiltskin and she knows him better than that. )

I've only ever had one job in my life, it's apparently the only thing I've ever managed to do correctly. ( she smiles ) Why stop now?

Why deary, this is me we're talking about.

[Not reassuring. But he can't quite help it. He laughs again and glances over towards her.] Well, we know I'm hopeless about being tidy, so this will work out well.

( yeah. that's what she's afraid of.

Belle gives a grin. ) You're just awful at being tidy. And yet so very, very lucky you have a caretaker willing to work for you. ( she chuckles ) And for free, at that.

[That usual, toothy grin splits his face for a moment.] Oh yes, deary. I'm downright blessed.

[He may be saying it lightly, but he means it quite sincerely.]

Har har. ( she wanders along the industrial district, glancing to buildings every so often. most of them appear to be occupied, although there are a select few that appear, well, less than occupied.

she outstretches her arms and turns to look at him, motion to the buildings around them ) Do you see anything that you like?

[He chuckles to himself happily. And oh he's looking. And has been looking. And when she asks he grins and gestures quite grandly to the left. A quaint looking little storefront, though it's also quite empty looking, the sign faded and half fallen off the post.] What do you think of that one?

( Belle turns to look at the structure that he's pointing out. she raises her brows to it. it's quaint, small — wouldn't take her far too long for her to clean up but still dingy enough for her to have a moment of despair at having to clean it in the first place. she smiles though and turns to look at him. )

Not too big, not too small. ( she smiles brightly to him ) Which means, I think it's perfect.

[Rumpelstiltskin beams at that, prancing a bit where he's standing, fingers wiggling together.] Wonderful! That does decide it then!

Shall we go in? [...doesn't matter if it's locked. He can fix that.]

Yes, alright. Lead the way. ( she giggles gently at his little dance and motions toward the door. no need to ask if he has keys, he can get in, she's more than well aware of that. )

Although, ( she folds her arms behind her back ) don't you have to purchase this building?

[In fact, it's a little more than a touch to the doorknob that hast he lock falling open. He pauses.] Purchase. Perhaps. Or perhaps I'll be a tenant. Either way, there's a deal to be struck that much is true.

But first we'll see if it suits us.

( him and his deals. Belle nods, stepping toward the now unlocked door. )

Let's check it out then, shall we? ( she gives him a bit of a mischievous smile. it's technically breaking and entering, isn't it? although perhaps a bit thrilling considering that it isn't something Belle would normally take part in. passing by him, she heads into the building and scrunches her nose at all the dust.

at least there will be something to do. )

It doesn't look... Bad.

[Once in he looks around rather curiously. It's dark though, but a little gesture of his hand has the lights flaring to life. Hmm.]

I rather like it. I think we can make it work just fine.

There seems to be an upstairs. Shall we look? [...he wants to live where he works, after all.]

( briefly, Belle winces at the illumination of the lights. looking around more properly now that the place has sprung to life, she smiles. much better with the lights on, still filthy and most certainly in need of work, but it's nothing she hasn't dealt with before and does not mind working with yet again.

nodding to the stairs, she motions to him to go up first )

You go ahead and lead the way, good sir.

[Rumpelstiltskin peeks around, hands clasped behind his back. Hmm. Well, this was all pretty good. Yes, he could certainly work with this.

But he heads to the stairs.] Oh? Well, certainly. Just in case there's something unsafe, of course. Are you the type to be scared of mice?

( raising her brows, she shakes her head softly, following him to the stairs and up. ) If I were scared of mice, I wouldn't have fared well in my, "bedroom" in your castle. ( she makes a vague motion with her hands ) Well, for the brief time that it was such, that is.

Well that is a good point, deary. I hadn't considered that side of your accommodations.

[But up the stairs he goes, skipping a step here or there in his rush to get to the top.]

( choosing not to continue down the route of discussing their previous time together, Belle sets her hand to the railing of the stairs. reaching the top of the stairs, she notes the doors along the hall and speaks up: )

So, as long as there are at least two rooms and a washroom, we should be rather well off here, don't you think?

Well... unless you'd like to be roommates, yes, that would be the ideal plan. [He grins a little, giggling as he looks around. And they're in luck. There are actually a number of rooms up here, three bedrooms -- one they can use for, well, goodness knows what. But extra space is nice.]

Hmm. Not bad at all.

( for a moment she looked almost startled at him. the woman was definitely not expecting something such as that for a response. color touched her cheeks and she cleared her throat, hoping to be rid of the blush to no avail. so, instead, she just tries to run with the joke. ) Are you inviting me to share your bed? How completely ungentleman-like of you.

( unfortunately for herself, though, she's still rather completely flustered. )

[He glances back to her with a decidedly evil little grin on his face.] Now now, deary. When have you ever known me to be a gentleman?

Maybe I am asking at that! [A quick little burst of laughter.] But then again, I can't imagine I'd make a very good bedfellow.

You do have gentleman-like moments, you know. ( after all, there was that time with the rose...

any normal woman would have been at least mildly exasperated with him, or rather, wouldn't be having such a conversation with him whatsoever. but Belle? apparently she's special. ) Ah, well... ( she coughs gently, looking anywhere but at him ) Should all the parts work I can't imagine why...

( is that the sound of her trailing off? yes? perfect. clearing her throat, thoroughly embarrassed, she moves toward one of the doors and heads inside to occupy herself and hopefully regain her composure. )

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