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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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--oh yeah, he should reply: ]
is this a test
[ He thought they were clearly defined... ]
text.
[ Seriously, man.
Come on, :( ]
text.
i mean
id like to be
if thats ok with you
text. (thirst.)
pyrrha nikos
will you be my girlfriend
text.
He gets no reply. After ten minutes of radio silence, what does he do? ]
text.
you dont have to answer right now
just think about it! let me know
i know im not the strongest or smartest
but i'll try to keep up with you
and i know sometimes im annoying
when i send a million texts like this
oh man this is getting embarrassing i'll stop now
takebacksies im actually not embarrassed at all
pls reply!
hey its me again
am i not a good kisser?
i'll work on that too
i think theres a website with tips
lol i almost tripped over a homeless man
its ok i gave him money
hope nobody tries to rob me later
hey pyrrha about what i said before
i meant it
all of it
i will never let you down ok
text.
All his texts come at once, leaving her with JAUNE (20). Slowly, Pyrrha reads them all.
And then she reads them a second time, a third.
Every time she gets to the end of his text barrage, naked sentiment is squeezing her heart so tightly, Pyrrha barely feels like she can breathe. The general horror of her circumstances - she's dead, just still walking, and she can't allow herself to forget it - warring with the unapologetic glee of a girl in love.
There's a lot of things they still need to talk about, but, ]
yes
I will
text.
are you sure
all the other ladies might hate you
for snagging mr cerealia away from the market
text.
[ Nah. ]
but if it comes down to a fight, I'm confident
[ Not strictly true, but it's easy enough to say, for now. ]
text.
[ Flashbacks of poor Team CRDL... ]
text.
... not that the last is relevant to anyone but Jaune. ]
I'll take my chances
text.
[ One of the many perks of being a couple is he can do cute shit like this without being creepy now, sweeeet! ]
lol sorry that was lame
[ Get it together, Arc! Send her something better!! ]
<33333333
[ SOMETHING DIFFERENT ]
text.
[ They're the worst couple ever.
Who even taught Pyrrha how to do that? ]
text.
♡̸̖̐̄̒͒͒̀̃́͆̇̈́͘͘ ̵̢̱̲̇̌̋̿̾̅͛～̵̯̱͎͈̺̤͍͉̟̞͉̙͚̹͌́̈̓̂͑̂(̷̤̟̦̝͍͕̤̹̀͑͋̔̚͜ͅ'̵̥͕̦̜̙̮̻͚̺͇̫͑̃̑̂̾͐̀͋͘̕͜▽̸̢̻͚̖̲̻̣̺̹̞͛̽́̒͐̈́͐̌̽̇̚^̸̬͔͈̘̹̥̪̹̣̎̈́人̵̢̢̛̰̮̜̻̜̯̩̬̺̱͕̦̀͐͒)̸͉̤͓͔̱̝͐́̍̊̋
text.
Jaune??
text.
are you ok?
wait did my cerevice do that thing again
text.
text.
worthless hunk of junk
this is why i throw it at things!!
[ Someone is mixing up their cause and effect. ]
text.
I think throwing it at things is why this happens
text.
ah look at us
classic he said she said
<3 <3 :))) im home in 3 mins
[ At least they won't have to talk through this unreliable junk for the rest of the day! ]
text → action.
[ When he gets there, he'll find Pyrrha fairly engrossed in her task. She brought her work home with her today, and is re-sorting all of Rideaux's case studies and research reports in the order he dictated. She also has to have everything back to him by 7am, so the entire common area floor is covered in papers as she slowly puts them back in his alphabetical organizer.
Very, very slowly. There's, like, hundreds of papers here and his writing is neat, but small.
Pyrrha doesn't even hear Jaune when he comes in. ]
action.
waiting for the sitcom audience to stop laughing and cheeringwith an azalea flower he picked up along the way. Pyrrha's favourite, he remembers!... But seriously, what the fuck is going on in this room. ]
...Is this a bad time? [ He asks jokingly, announcing that he has in fact come home. ]
action.
One thing's for sure, a few words from him is enough to get her into a playful mood. Pyrrha reaches behind to grab his wrist and the next few moments depend on how pliant and caught off guard he is.
If he doesn't put up a fight, she'll have maneuvered him onto his back, with Pyrrha kneeling triumphantly beside. It won't hurt, she's far too precise for that, but there will be some papers crinkling beneath him. Rideaux would be so unhappy if he knew.
Oh, well. Jaune's home! :D ←
LiterallyFiguratively Pyrrha. ]No, not at all.
[ Belatedly, she notices the flower. ...Is it even still alive after that? ]
action.
Hey.
[ Lying on the floor, one can safely assume that Jaune has been caught off-guard. His deer in headlights eyes confirm as much, but it doesn't take long for them to take a different, more enamored form, once Jaune looks up at Pyrrha. ]
... You look lovely. [ For someone who's been buried in notes all day, she really does! Though, really, the word "love" was the first thing that came to his mind just there. ]
action.
Hello.
[ Although Pyrrha's not even remotely ready to hear that particular L-word in its non-conjugated form, the compliment does its job. She shifts a bit to straddle his legs, careful to keep her weight evenly propped so he's not bearing all of it, and then bends to kiss him. It's easy enough for someone as flexible as Pyrrha.
The kiss doesn't last too long, though - just enough to leave him wanting. ]
How was work?
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