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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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[ she tries to find comfort in his humor. if he can joke, he must be doing okay, right?
except jaune is the type of person to be able to find a reason to joke in any occasion, she knows, and so her relief is short-lived. ]
Are you allowed visitors?
[ she figures seeing it for herself is better than anything he might say to reassure her. ]
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i think so
[ Sadly, nobody has tried to visit him yet, so???? ]
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[ everyone should listen to her, tbh. ]
Wonderful. Please expect me shortly.
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When their text thread ends, he just puts his Cerevice down and breathes a sigh of relief. He even closes his eyes for a moment, but only for a moment, not allowing himself to doze off.
That was a lie.
Weiss will definitely find a napping Jaune in his hospital room, complete with bandaged arms and some around his forehead. Closer inspection will probably reveal some drool coming out of his mouth, too. Sorry. ]
Mnnmnhhgh... waffles...
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it's a bit of a shame, though. once weiss enters and sees his unconscious state, she decides she'll have to return another time. though, she'd gone to all the trouble of going there in the first place, so she might as well stay behind a little... it wouldn't hurt, anyway.
with a quiet sigh, she settles down on the arm chair just beside the bed, adjusting herself to make herself comfortable.
a few minutes, she decides, glancing around. a nearby reading material is picked up to pass the time — a wrinkle of her nose at the comic, but it will have to do for now... ]
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[ Jaune sits up as he shouts, seemingly waking from some kind of... intense dream... ]
I mean-- WEISS!!!
[ It's really Weiss?? He can't believe it as he inches closer, practically on the edge of his bed. ]
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she stares in mute shock at the blonde as he shifts closer, waiting for her heartrate to go back down to normally. ]
Do I even want to know, Jaune Arc?
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[ He touches her square in the face to make sure it's not a medicine-induced hallucination or anything. ]
D-Definitely the real thing...
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is FILTHY??? JAUNE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE YOUR HANDS HAVE BEEN ]
And why wouldn't I be?! [ she shoves the comic at his face ] Unhand me!
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[ Yeah her face is definitely unoccupied again as he tries to save his own. Comic books are filthy, too, Weiss! ]
Unhanded! Unhanded!
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she huffs, sitting back with a flustered look on her face. ]
What was that about?
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...What happened to you anyway? Are you okay...?
[ Asks the one in the hospital gown. ]
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I'm quite fine, thank you. As for what had happened, your guess is as good as mine. I remember none of it.
[ she settles down on her seat again, needlessly fixing her skirt. ]
And you? I heard you went on a tour. Dare I ask how you wound up like this?
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[ It's probably not what Weiss meant, but he's hard on himself for not keeping his group together when they needed to be. Leading was something the others at Beacon would always tell him he can be great at, but he has yet to see it, especially with an injured teammate in the same hospital. ]
I don't think I'm cut out for this, y'know?
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[ that's not something she'd heard, but now it only makes sense. why else would the other huntress-in-training not be here, tending to jaune herself? but before weiss can even attempt to console the blonde for that, his voice lowers into a tone she knows all too well.
with that comic book still in hand, she rolls it up, only to effectively thawp! him on the top of the head with it. ]
Must I pick you up after every bump in the road, Jaune Arc? It's in times like these that you shouldn't recall every failure, but every success instead. They may not be much, nor particularly significant, but how else will you find the strength to try again?
[ she arches a brow. ]
Because you will try again, won't you? Hopefully, with a little more help next time.
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No, I won't try again. I mean it, I'm done, Weiss.
My weapon is a family heirloom, that's all it is. It... It belongs on a wall! As for me, I'll just... keep out of everyone's way.
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once then twice then a third time for good measure. she raises the newspaper again, but his head remains thwap free. ]
Are you serious? You're — You're giving up?
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There are other ways I can help that doesn't involve dragging everyone down. No, my mind's made up.
[ sighing, he finally shifts back into his bed properly. ]
Hey, Weiss...
I'm glad you're not gone.
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[ yeah no she's not letting this go. there's time enough for sentimentality later — right now she's got an arc to fix. ]
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Well... I can always be a farmer or something! Besides, I was recently asked to look into something for someone and I actually came back with results. Real results!
Ah... I felt so useful for once...!
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And what about Pyrrha? Nora? Are you going to leave your team leaderless?
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I-I'm sorry... could you leave me for a bit...?
[ He can't stand to disappoint her for so long, but he'll consider trying again when he's better, probably. Right now, he just can't make a promise that he's not sure he'll keep. ]
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[ her answer comes rather simply, perhaps even a bit too plain for the gravity of the situation. but as disappointed as weiss is in jaune right now, leaving him had never even crossed her mind.
she'd like to think — no, in fact she knows, that if the tables were turned, he wouldn't dare to either. ]
You may not think of yourself a leader, Jaune Arc, and while I frankly disagree... that doesn't stop you from being my friend.
[ so instead she just makes herself comfortable on that seat, unfolding the comic book so that she can peruse through it once more. ]
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He finds himself staring at her while she reads the comic. Usually her kindness comes with backhanded compliments... ]
Did you... just use the friend-word?
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...and what of it!
[ she bristles visibly, but absolutely refuses to look up from the comic. in fact, she raises the book a little more, so as to properly hide her face from it. ]
Am I not allowed? You throw the word around as if it were nothing — why can't I!
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