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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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What if it's a robot offering you and your friend a complimentary massage service? [ Just askin'. ]
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Well -
[ With a click, it closes again. ]
That wasn't really an offer. They weren't taking no for an answer. [ Regardless, it's not a comfortable memory. Pyrrha is almost grateful when an alien server slides menu tablets (submit your order straight to the kitchen electronically!) underneath them. ]
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[ All laughter aside (the memory is more light-hearted now in hindsight)... ]
--you were right about a lot of things. You always are.
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It does bring something to light, though. Pyrrha's impulse control is a bit weak right now, her thoughts scattered. She takes a sip of water, her only drink for the rest of the night.
Shrugging, she wears an easy look. ] I don't think of it as being right or wrong. As far as I've concerned, I've only made one mistake in my life. [ Beat. ] —two. Everything else was just life teaching me what I needed to know though trial and error.
[ If only those two mistakes - Penny, and then herself - hadn't been so dire in consequence. ]
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[ But this isn't a conversation about mistakes, and Penny is definitely not Pyrrha's mistake to bear. ]
I was wrong to disagree with you-- w-when we talked about Mosley's plans. I wasn't thinking like a Huntsman... the thoughts I was having were the kind that the Grimm feed on.
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[ Dammit, she's not sober enough for this! Pyrrha takes another drink of water, determined not to say something stupid and mess this up. ]
Maybe we should think about— [ wait, no, ] - talk about why you were having those thoughts.
[ Twice now, she's seem him act out something other than dreams or desperation, a stricken malice she hadn't thought he was capable of. First, the robot on the day of her return, and then Mosley's choice. Both times, she realises with some sinking horror, had been after her death, her abrupt resurrection. ]
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[ Not on a date!? He didn't mean for this to turn so serious when he brought it up, but he's not surprised at all by her concern. Jaune leans forward, taking Pyrrha's hand in his. ]
I guess I just wanted to thank you. For being my light.
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She smiles, linking their hands more surely and running her fingers over his.
Part of her wants to tell him she'll always be here for him, but she bites it back - in her state, it takes considerably more effort to not say the thing than it would otherwise - because the last thing she wants is for him to remember her for her mistruths.
She simply says, ] I'd... like to make one more stop after dinner. Is that alright?
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Where do you wanna go?
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[ Qrow can execute a perfectly choreographed fight while stumbling drunkenly, slurring. Pyrrha's not quite at that level - and probably won't ever be - but she's confident enough in this.
She pushes his menu tablet toward him, purposefully ignoring his second question. ]
Now, eat up. You're going to need your energy.
[ Pyrrha, don't say things like that ]
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[ She might even kill him in her drunken stupor.
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He ordered chicken nuggets, by the way. ]
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[ And Pyrrha ordered a scallop and shrimp fettuccini! ... Sometimes she wonders if he ever grew out of the tastes he had as a five year old. ]
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...Are we gonna get matching tattoos? 'Cause I gotta tell ya, I-I'm not the best around needles. Shocking, isn't it? Also my mom would kill me.
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[ He's so talkative, compared to her. Pyrrha endures his long sentences with a smile, enjoying the sound of his voice.
Plus, it's funny to watch him guess. ]
I promise I won't take you anywhere you'll regret. You can trust me.
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[ But the anticipation is killing him!! So much that he wants to skip dinner altogether. ]
How fast do you think you can eat? Wait, is that weird to ask a date...
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On both their meals, there's a thin, filmy layer of slime in that same green.
... Ew. ]
Perhaps we should just... go?
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[ What the fuck is this place. ]
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At least she's walking steadily now. ]
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[ GETS YANKED, though he still addresses the staff as Pyrrha leads them out of there. ]
S-Sorry, we're full, we-- we forgot that we already ate, so, uh, thanks! Really love the slime, though! I-- ugh, no-- I can't even pretend. That was the grossest thing I've seen in my life. Bye, Pinchy! [ Just... waves at the crab-faced bartender. ] Good luck with... your ex-wife! Haha..ha...
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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. ]
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[ Leave the bad jokes to him please!! ]
Honestly, I think that drink is getting to you...! [ Maybe they should go straight home, he wonders. ]
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Oh m-- it is a tattoo, isn't it?! No way, I'm not gonna let you wake up with regrets!!
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She shakes her head. ]
My mother once told me I shouldn't do anything she would do.
[ So, no tattoos! -- She starts to lead him in the direction she wants to go in. ]
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[ That's strangely attractive.
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Please don't read his mind. ]
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