[ He sits up as well, a little too close to her but it can't helped for now. ]
Wh-- y-you don't have to-- that was already there. [ A white lie about the spilled drink; no need to make her feel bad on top of everything else that feels awkward right now. ]
[They've been closer, probably, on the battlefield, but there's no such excuse now.]
Really? [Pyrrha can't help the furrow that appears in her brow - it looks wet to her, freshly spilt. Any evidence, however, has long since disappeared in between the feet of the people around them.]
Oh, no. I mean, [She offers a mini shrug, one hand tracing a pattern over the emblem on the bronze plate on her belt.] I was thinking I might leave, actually. I'm not...big on parties.
[ On one hand, as a fellow Socially Awkward, he can probably see where she's coming from. Still, being around friends is better than being alone... which is why it doesn't feel right to just part ways for the night. They're partners after all; her concerns are also his! ]
Yeah, I'm-- uh... do you, like, wanna grab something to eat? The eggrolls here taste kinda bad.
[The tone of Jaune's voice doesn't make her feel much better about her decision to maybe skate out the door. She doesn't want to ruin the party for him, though, or any of their other friends. What should it matter? She can...go read, or go to sleep. It's better than a densely packed room full of people who won't talk to her; or worse, that...bizarre dancing they're all doing, so very different from the school-sponsered ballroom dancing.]
...you're welcome to come with me, if you want to. [She smiles at the suggestion of getting food - if anything's open this late, sure.] But don't leave the festivities on my account.
[That does get a more open smile out of her - it's nice to be reminded that their team bond is strong in that way. Pyrrha would never ask that of Jaune, but he's offering - insisting, really - and it's sweet of him.
Pyrrha takes his hand, standing up with relative ease despite the heels, and is about to let go when he draws her attention to the ornament above them. Or - well. Seems like it has another purpose besides ornamentation, actually.] Oh.
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Wh-- y-you don't have to-- that was already there. [ A white lie about the spilled drink; no need to make her feel bad on top of everything else that feels awkward right now. ]
Are you... are you in a hurry somewhere?
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Really? [Pyrrha can't help the furrow that appears in her brow - it looks wet to her, freshly spilt. Any evidence, however, has long since disappeared in between the feet of the people around them.]
Oh, no. I mean, [She offers a mini shrug, one hand tracing a pattern over the emblem on the bronze plate on her belt.] I was thinking I might leave, actually. I'm not...big on parties.
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[ On one hand, as a fellow Socially Awkward, he can probably see where she's coming from. Still, being around friends is better than being alone... which is why it doesn't feel right to just part ways for the night. They're partners after all; her concerns are also his! ]
Yeah, I'm-- uh... do you, like, wanna grab something to eat? The eggrolls here taste kinda bad.
[ He's had twelve. ]
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...you're welcome to come with me, if you want to. [She smiles at the suggestion of getting food - if anything's open this late, sure.] But don't leave the festivities on my account.
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[ He stands up, helping her up at the same time until they're on their feet, which is when he notices something peculiar hanging over their heads. ]
Huh.
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Pyrrha takes his hand, standing up with relative ease despite the heels, and is about to let go when he draws her attention to the ornament above them. Or - well. Seems like it has another purpose besides ornamentation, actually.] Oh.