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"Helloooo! You've reached Jaune Arc! If I'm not answering, it means I'm probably off somewhere fighting monsters or... doing something really awesome like saving a cat, or the president's son! You know how it is, a leader's schedule can be really hectic nowadays, ha ha! Just kidding, I'm probably in school, but I'd totally do those things if I ha-- [BEEP]"
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I was going to suggest we try again because it was so much fun the first time but... you know. You... said you didn't have any money? Sorry. I'm - really not trying to embarrass you or anything, I should have money myself honestly, ha ha! [ Mumble train coming throoooough. ]
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R-Really?! But, but we were chased around all day, and... we forgot your books in that classroom... and my locker almost-- [ whoops, now he's mumbling, too. ]
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Part of that might have to do with her laughter and the fact that she's leaning back against him now... ]
Your locker almost killed us. We were treated most unjustly by this vending - machine. [ Sneering at the machine in question ugh. ] If that is your real name. And... now you're going to buy me afternoon lunch, so. I'd have to be kind of a jerk not to love everything about today so far. [ She's effervescent okay. ]
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It's hard to have an appetite in this whirlwind of teenage emotions, but her Semblance dictates that he can't say No to her. So that's that! GOOD THING HE STILL HAS A CREDIT CARD ]
Th-thanks. ... You make it easy, too, you know that? Most of the time!
[ But even when she doesn't, it's worth it. ]
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Which she does because she's Rapunzel.
Has he drugged her? No, he wouldn't do that. It might break his heart to think she'd doubt him that way, too... Can't let him find out about that!
No chance.Maybe she's sick? ]Have you been waiting all this time to say that to me?
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W-Well?! You kinda just-- zipped down the tree when I wanted to say it, I-- and then things happened, and then I-- lockers, classrooms, sea otters, I get mixed up and then there's quarters and onion rings-- you... yeah.
[ He's not even sure where he was going with that. ]
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Rather than looking totally repulsed, though, a look of odd, intense fascination comes across her face. It's bewildering now to see how strange it is to be behaving like this with him - with any person - as if it's something she's always been able to do. She opens her mouth and he listens. He looks hurt and she feels pain. He talks nonstop ] You talk nonstop [ and ] and –
[ And the urge to cover his mouth with her hands is overpowering.They both make decisions and they both deal with the consequences! How weird is that.
Ahem. Such as: another pigeon or something comes swooping by, narrowly missing Rapunzel's head with its laser-guided refuse. ]
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Mmpphhmphh! [ Translation: Look out! ]
[ Though he just kind of pathetically raised an arm over her head, not that it did anything to help as the pigeon or something missed entirely on its own. His hand still hovering over her, he doesn't move or say anything while her own hands are covering his mouth.
This silence reminds him of that classroom. ]
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...What colour are your eyes, Jaune? I thought they were violet, but... now they seem blue.
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E-Ew. [ She searches for Jaune's gaze, holds it, and unpeels her fingers. One by one they leave him the hell alone. Then, just as slowly, she steps away.
AND THEN ALL AT ONCE SHE STEPS AWAY FLEE!!! ]
Hey, uh, what's your favourite food anyway?!
who are you
but seriously, are they okay ]
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I... don't know....... [ He's not even sure which question he's answering. Give him a second. ]
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...We don't - have to go if - if you don't want. That's fine.
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[ He's almost about to go into another ramble, but remembers what triggered this... Thing. That was a Thing. ]
...I'm sorry I talk too much. [ He does look genuinely conscience-stricken about it. Maybe the less he talks the better?? ]
Yes.
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I mean, what am I saying --dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.
Not my eyes. The food.
I think I still have blue eyes? Maybe cornflower blue, if you ask me... s-something like that... annnd I'm doing the talking thing again. Great.
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[ And here is the part where she does something unexplainable, baffling in that it comes from a place of complete and utter sincerity; she means what she says! But the tone and the delivery come from Elsewhere. Instinct, maybe???
Some better version of herself with a hunch that, right now, as they are, the thing to do to make this experience even more enjoyable (if totally insane) than it already is would be to turn to face him fully, to face him flush, smile a little wickedly, and move her hand near his face again. Not touching. But close. ]
It gives me an excuse to do this again before we eat.
[ She doesn't know where it comes from, but her heart is going a hundred times a minute and it's fun and scary as hell.
Author's Note Edit: It's called flirting, yes, and she's KILLING IT GIRL but lol this is gonna be the last time she's this cool for ages. ]
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And if Cerealia is like a current, then he doesn't want to close his eyes and drift away from this otter.
It sure would be nice to look at her again, though! This uncertainty of this Thing makes him nervous, as if there's a part 2 that he's not prepared for. On the bright side, at least her hand is near his face and not near his heart, though he still has to wonder if she can hear it. He certainly can! It's about all he can hear in this moment. But he does eventually take the initiative once again, carefully nudging her hand away by the wrist as he peers around, meeting her eyes. ]
...A-Are you gonna do that every time I talk too much? Am I even allowed to say anything now? Ahaha...
[ ...and now he hides his face behind her hand again. ]
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It's precisely because she's so noticeably flustered that she decides to do absolutely nothing to hide it. ]
No... [ Her tone is still slow and measured, but there's less confidence this time. More like an inside joke than a come-on. She doesn't look away. Holds her facial expression extremely still. ] If I did that, you'd get used to it.
What good is a threat you'll eventually get used to?
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[ Jaune brings her hand down again so he can look at her once more, only because he's curious about what she means. It's only then, by the second glance, that he notices something peculiar about her face, and then everything else falls in place such as her tone and the close proximity. The eye contact, the hair on her lips... those same lips that whisper things?
He wants to vomit.
But he can't, because what he's feeling isn't sickness or disgust. It's something different, entirely new, and he can't compare this overwhelming rollercoaster of emotions to anything that makes sense to him other than motion sickness. But it's not that?? Ugh! ]
So, you're worried that your threats will get stale? That's... a new one... I'm flattered, I think? Heh...
[ He asks as he clears her face from a few rogue strands of her hair, carefully combing them in any direction for no reason other than he wants to see her better. ]
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Not slow.
But she can't stop herself. She can't hold herself back from the edge of whatever cliff - and it's one she hadn't known was there at all! - they've found themselves teetering on. Even if she can only just barely grasp the edges of this and what it means, why does it seem they're always falling onto things?
Swallowing yields no result. Moving yields no result. Not that she isn't: Rapunzel's hands, smaller than his (and gosh, this is the first time she's really seeing their size difference and appreciating it), are trembling along with the rest of her. Her chest has gone tight and breathing has become all but impossible, has become not unlike one side-effect she'd experienced after drinking one of those terrible fucking potions... She doesn't need to see a healer to know there's something very wrong with her, to know she needs help, but the person she'd turn to for help here is - is - ]
J-Jaune, I–
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And then!
As he's brushing the hair from her face, his thumb grazes her bottom lip. It's fast and his hand definitely doesn't linger.
But what it's done to her has, and that's something unlike any other feeling she's ever had.
Ever.
It's electricity and heat and, with Jaune's eyes fixed so steadily on her, it's excitement too suddenly. Her heart is throwing itself against her ribcage like something caged and hungry. Looking briefly at her shaking hands, she knows her body is entering some kind of bizarre fight-or-flight response to whatever crazy neurotransmitters and hormones are surging through her. Making her– ]
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BATSHIT CRAZY?
TERMINALLY ILL? ]
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THIS IS SUCH A DISPROPORTIONATE REACTION TO BE HAVING TO THIS.
TO BE HAVING TO HER FRIEND JAUNE who, let it be said, is doing her a pretty nice ass favour getting that stupid hair out of her face. ]
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(This is all roughly occurring within the space of a few nanoseconds. Here, Rapunzel's brain stops to revel in how good this whole thing feels. She closes her eyes and shivers and smiles and - moans? That's embarrassing. ) ]
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NOPE. Too much sensation. It's all way too much. The tension, the physical response, the emotional component (what even is that??) – nope. Rapunzel is officially NOPEing the fuck out of this situation. Without any warning whatsoever, she gasps and jerks back, pushing against Jaune's chest at the same time. ]
done. (see this. this is the kind of thing i'm genuinely sorry for)
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