[ She can absolutely see him briefly staring at her butt in the mirror, fyi. No protests here. Besides, she's definitely too hungover to make a fuss about it, even if she were inclined to. Finishing with her teeth, Pyrrha spits the leftover toothpaste into the sink and rinses off her face one last time.
When he makes his little crack, she simply flicks a few droplets of water into his face. ]
[ She's fine. The only further damage was to her dignity. It's probably for the best, all these little (or, in the case of throwing up on him, quite large) embarrassments that Jaune is witnessing. As far as she's concerned, displaying such a lack of grace means he won't want to kiss her again for a long, long time. Perhaps ever. ... Definitely for the best.
She opens the door and -- squints at the outside hallway.
[ Don't trust him with remembering what's left and right. What he ends up doing is gently taking Pyrrha by the arm and leading her towards Nora's room - luckily it's not far! While they're standing so close, he inspects her nose from the side. Could it be broken? It doesn't seem to be. ]
[ It's not broken, no! It isn't even mildly injured.
Once they get in to Nora's room, it's pretty obvious what happened. At some point in the middle of the night, Pyrrha had gotten sick in her own bedsheets. Too hungover to contemplate washing them, she had simply switched beds and slept in Nora's for the remainder of the night.
So, once they reach the appropriate bed, she just kind of. Falls onto it.
Muffled: ] Thank you, Jaune.
... [ There's a slight hitch, nearly a syllable but indecipherable, like she wants to say something else. ]
[ There's a lot he would like to say, too, but it doesn't feel like the best time. He's not even sure yet if Pyrrha is going to remember any of this, but she probably will, and so will he.
As Pyrrha lies, he lifts her head slightly to slide a pillow underneath it, and then covers her up with Nora's clean sheets. ]
[ Turning her head, she peers up at him. She's very tired still, but can stay awake a few moments longer.
Partners... Well. ]
Right. We're partners.
[ -- and that's all. Whatever she came close to last night, it was not for her. She'd have to live with that, and maybe let go. It hurts but the hangover oddly helps give her some perspective, because it can't possibly hurt as much as her head does right now, and pain is transient. She'll live through it and she won't be losing anything that was ever really hers to begin with. ]
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When he makes his little crack, she simply flicks a few droplets of water into his face. ]
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O-Okay, c'mon now, we need to get you to bed. You ready to go?
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[ By now, she's so thoroughly emptied the contents of her stomach that she can move without fear of inciting more nausea.
Too bad she moves to leave the bathroom and slams right into the closed door. ]
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You just walked into a closed door! ...Are you okay?
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SHE WAS THERE ]
Uh.
[ She's fine. The only further damage was to her dignity. It's probably for the best, all these little (or, in the case of throwing up on him, quite large) embarrassments that Jaune is witnessing. As far as she's concerned, displaying such a lack of grace means he won't want to kiss her again for a long, long time. Perhaps ever. ... Definitely for the best.
She opens the door and -- squints at the outside hallway.
Which way to her room, again? ]
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[ Don't trust him with remembering what's left and right. What he ends up doing is gently taking Pyrrha by the arm and leading her towards Nora's room - luckily it's not far! While they're standing so close, he inspects her nose from the side. Could it be broken? It doesn't seem to be. ]
...still straight, perfect...
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Once they get in to Nora's room, it's pretty obvious what happened. At some point in the middle of the night, Pyrrha had gotten sick in her own bedsheets. Too hungover to contemplate washing them, she had simply switched beds and slept in Nora's for the remainder of the night.
So, once they reach the appropriate bed, she just kind of. Falls onto it.
Muffled: ] Thank you, Jaune.
... [ There's a slight hitch, nearly a syllable but indecipherable, like she wants to say something else. ]
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As Pyrrha lies, he lifts her head slightly to slide a pillow underneath it, and then covers her up with Nora's clean sheets. ]
Don't mention it. We're partners, right?
[ Are they still? He hopes so... ]
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Partners... Well. ]
Right. We're partners.
[ -- and that's all. Whatever she came close to last night, it was not for her. She'd have to live with that, and maybe let go. It hurts but the hangover oddly helps give her some perspective, because it can't possibly hurt as much as her head does right now, and pain is transient. She'll live through it and she won't be losing anything that was ever really hers to begin with. ]
Good night, Jaune.
[ it's like ten in the morning you idiot ]
I'll see you later.