[ Pyrrha continues to keep a firm hold on his arm until they're out the door. The crisp night air is sobering, although the curb threatens to trip her up a bit, literally.
Once she's convinced they're safe from the poorly picked restaurant, she smiles up at Jaune. ]
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Once she's convinced they're safe from the poorly picked restaurant, she smiles up at Jaune. ]
Well, shall we head home?
[ She's fucking with him. ]