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[beaconed]

"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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[beaconed]

H-Huh? Well, I-- [ akdbfabgkl ]

It's not that I don't wanna, I just-- I thought, y'know, why risk messing it all up by saying something that'll make you mad, and-and I made plans with Rapunzel, you see, she's gonna draw a painting of me and I'm gonna be a model, which might I add is pretty hard, 'cause, like, you're not supposed to move, which I kinda do all the time except now 'cause I... I don't know.

[ wtf is happening here ]

[heiroglyphs]

Oh, yeah. You two have been spending a lot of time together, haven't you?

[beaconed]

Yup. That's... what team mates do! Heh. I'm kinda short on those, if you... if you haven't noticed...

[ ... ]

Wait, aren't you spending time with her, too?

[heiroglyphs]

She lives down the hall from me.

[She will neither confirm nor deny.]

It's odd how we can both be friends with a person, yet spend such little time together.

[She gives her arm a squeeze.]

[beaconed]

Yeah, heh.

[ ........ ]

Wait, what?

[ ??? ]

[heiroglyphs]

I just... think that it would be nice if we spent more time around each other.

Like... right now, for example.

[beaconed]

Weiss? Do you feel okay? It's me, Jaune.

[ Now he's feeling her forehead, checking for her temperature. ]

Jaune Arc.

[ Weiss threatening to hurt him coming in 3, 2, 1......... ]

[heiroglyphs]

[And taking this opportunity to lean in closer. You damn string bean, stop being so tall.]

I feel just fine. What about you?

[beaconed]

Uhhhhmm.... h-hahah...

[ s w a l l o w s ]

I-- yeah? Haaa... just, pffwaha... d-do you feel fine?

[ ALREADY ASKED THAT. ]

[heiroglyphs]

[Weiss can't help but giggle at his stammering.]

Still fine.

[Here, she'll grab the top of his breastplate and pull him down so their foreheads can touch. Because heaven forbid you make the first move.]

[beaconed]

G--ahh!!

[ He has... no idea what the next move here is, but it's definitely not the most obvious one. When their foreheads are touching, Jaune tries his best to maintain a poker face, but his heart is racing regardless of who were to do this to him. ]

Y-You... ah. I see. Yes. In some cultures, they check for temperatures by pressing ones forehead against the other person's, yeah. Wow. Yeah, Ren mentioned this. Hmm. Feels kinda funny. Hot. I mean, my forehead! My forehead feels hot. Or is that yours. Yeah, no, it's gotta be yours. Duh. Heh. Seriously, what's up with this heat, though.

[heiroglyphs]

Jaune.

[She pulls her head away, cheery tone replaced with her usual exasperation. Her hand stays tight on his breastplate, but gives him enough slack to move how he wants.]

I invite you out to a private rooftop and give you every opportunity to kiss me, and you still haven't made a move? You really are a dolt.

[beaconed]

[ Ah. So he wasn't imagining that. ]

Wh... I... I thought we were gonna be friends... that's what you wanted, right?

[heiroglyphs]

[Her brow furrows and she shoves him. So you're gonna play that game, huh? She's seen movies, she can play too.]

I don't know what I want, Jaune. Maybe this world is too crazy to predict. Maybe I just want to close my eyes and see what happens.

[So she does. She crosses her arms and closes her eyes.]

[beaconed]

[ Jaune just... steps closer again and stares. His instinct to kiss girls kind of went kaput after the last one died. If anything, he's starting to assume Weiss is having some kinda PTSD. ]

.....Annnnnd? What's happening?

[heiroglyphs]

I'm getting annoyed...?

[She's tapping her foot. This is not how she planned this at all.]

[beaconed]

Y'know, it's not like you to wait for someone else to take initiative. [ He learned as much when he saw Weiss ask Neptune to the dance, which is traditionally uncommon. ]

'Cause deep down? You... don't really wanna do this. Not with me. S-So why don't we just... go back to our homes a-and, y'know, I'll... try to act like I'll never bring it up but I know I probably will 'cause... y-yup. [ HE CAN'T MAKE PROMISES HE CAN'T KEEP. ]

[heiroglyphs]

[Her eyes snap open in response.]

What do you mean this isn't like me? Who else would I be, Jaune? I'm Weiss. I've always been Weiss.

[I am absolutely not a robot pretending to be Weiss.]

[beaconed]

W-Whoa, why are you freaking out? Weiss, I-I think you're incredible, I'm just-- I can't, okay? I'm not who I used to be...!

[heiroglyphs]

[No, no this is all wrong. She picked her target, she found the perfect spot, she even picked out her one-liners. This was going to be just like the movies and he's ruining it. The heiress lets out a frustrated grunt before drawing Myrtenaster from her side and pointing it at his chest.]

Fine! We'll just do this the old-fashioned way!

[beaconed]

[ aol;hsahf Jaune instinctively has a hand on the sheathed Crocea Mors, but doesn't do anything yet. ]

W-What?! Which part of this is "old-fashioned"?! Weiss, wait--!!

[heiroglyphs]

It was going to be so cool. An electric first kiss before I drove my knife through your ribs. They'd write stories about it.

[She takes a step towards him.]

And you screwed it up.

[beaconed]

[ This is bad. Real bad! He needs to figure a way out of this, fast. At least he has determined that this is not a personality-altered Weiss, which means the real one is safe somewhere else.

Hopefully.

... Oh man, what if she isn't? ]

Weiss! Stop! ... I'll do it! Okay? I'll... I'll kiss you. We'll do it your way! All of it! I-I mean, might as well get something out of this, right...

[ That should buy him some time, yes. ]

[heiroglyphs]

[The robot cocks an eyebrow, nearly lowering her sword in response.]

You will? But I just said I wanted to kill you while we did it. You're weirder than Weiss said you were.

[beaconed]

She said what-- look I'm not that weird, okay? A-Anyway, you're gonna off me no matter what, right? So let's, uh... make it memorable, or however you put it.

...
Besides. I... I think I kinda understand you... yeah.