OUAT-3.12

Rage Against The Reasonably Priced Decor
100% fluff. Swearing galore.

“We leave in the morning.” Emma said with steely resolve as she left the roof top, descending the stairs back to her apartment. A fucking FLYING MONKEY??? Were there no actual, non-fairytale, men out there? Or, worse yet, what that just “her type”?? Emma slammed her front door open, Hook hot on her heels and more than a little confused.

“SWAN! What. The. Hell. Just. Happened?” he watched for a few seconds as she silently started pacing in front of her couch before intercepting her with a light hand on her shoulder and a questioning look in his eyes. “Swan. Talk to me, love. What happened?”

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