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With a weird name like that, I'm sure I'd remember if I did.

[ Jaune opens the drawer with the sellotape and holds it up. It's here, honey. ]

C'mon, I'll even write an apology note at the back of it. I'll say it's my fault! Partially.

[ Miracle of miracles, he is helping her find her calm. Although she doesn't think it's a particularly good idea for him to be writing notes on the back of her already touchy employer's half-destroyed research notes...

...she is queerly tempted. ]

No, that's probably not a good idea. [ Moving to stand next to him, Pyrrha takes the tape and begins to repair the document. ] It's not your fault, anyway. I should have known better than to use his notes for a silly game.

You said you needed a break, which, as far as I'm concerned, you're still on.

[ Yoink! Jaune takes the repaired piece of paper a little more gently now. ]

Besides, who wants to work for a guy like that?

[ Pyrrha relinquishes her grip on the paper almost immediately, letting him take it without a fight. She doesn't really mind if he wins the game, even if she's lost her appetite for what she had wanted that "break" to be. ]

I actually kind of like it.

[ Working for Rideaux, she means. ]

Every day's a little bit different and I'm learning quite a lot. [ When she's not getting coffee or picking up his dry cleaning or tending to him when he's ill... ]

Oh yeah? Are you sure it's not a case of Stockholm Syndrome?

[ Let's assume that phrase has the same meaning but from a different origin in Remnant. ]

[ For that, he gets a bit of a nudge - mildly reproachful, but also affectionate - and she follows up by leaning against him, taking some of his personal space for herself. ]

I just think it's better than sitting here, feeling sorry for myself all day.

Yeah... I suppose I can understand that.

[ Though, "it's better than..." usually means it's a sign of Stockholm Syndrome, HA. ]

But if your boss treats you unfairly, and I... and I find out about it, I'll-- I'll have words with him! Via email. But it's gonna be really long, and angry, and I won't even bother fixing the spelling mistakes just so it's a pain for him to read. Lime green font, too, he'll have a migraine for hours. I'll do it!

[ Stockholm Syndrome usually means empathizing with one's kidnappers due to misplaced gratitude over being kept alive, and that sometimes transforms into deep emotional connections, bordering on romantic fixation. Is this really the hill you want to die on, Arc?

-- I mean.

Pyrrha's smiling a little as his brief monologue winds down. The ridiculous lengths he's willing to go to in order to protect her is heartwarming, prompting her to transition from leaning against him into more of a clear, albeit loose, embrace. She was never upset at him over the paper but now she's too distracted to give it much immediate thought. ]

I'm sure that would make anyone see the error of their ways.

[ Note that she's going out of her way not to condone it, or even address the fact that Jaune wants to annoy Rideaux in this way. ]

If it ever gets that bad, you'll be the first person I complain to.

[ Jaune responds by pulling her in closer against him, and tossing the newly-repaired paper aside. It creases slightly with how much force he used, and then it slowly just... floats somewhere away from them. ]

That's right! Nobody messes with-- my amazing girlfriend!

.....

[ Letting go of Pyrrha, he walks over to the paper and carefully picks it up again, dusting it off. So much for being cool. ]

[ Both Pyrrha and his mother think he's cool. That's two whole people! Just sayin'. ]

I should get back to work.

[ She reaches out to take the paper back from him -- ]

[ --Jaune pulls the paper out of her reach. He intends to hand it over in a second. ]

Wait, not so fast!

[ ??? ]

[ ???????

She looks back over at him, clearly bewildered as her reaching hand just kind of flailed desolately at empty air. ]

Hm?

[ What are you doing, weirdo? ]

[ She said there was only one way to end the game, plus he owes her something he denied her moments ago-- ]

I declare your supremacy.

[ Gingerly, he hands the paper over to her while leaning in at the same time, kissing with intent this time. ]

[ That - is a pretty good way to declare anyone's supremacy, yup. Pyrrha melts into the kiss, setting the paper behind her (and not even noticing when it falls into a sink full of dirty dishwater) so her arms are free to hook around him. When she pulls away, she's noticeably breathless, a faint flush high up and hectic. ]

- or, we could make out for a little while instead.

[ PYRRHA'S OKAY WITH THAT ]

[ Fistpumps like the Success Kid!! ]

Hmm! Let me think about that. -- YES?

[ Look how far they've come; he's not even afraid of getting destroyed again. ]

[ Laughing, and then grinning, she keeps a firm hold on his hand and all but pulls him to ~~the end of this thread~~ the bedroom.

Yeah, she doesn't want to just make out. ]

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