[ Jaune does the thing and her heart lurches, more effectively and punishingly than it ever had before, a single rapid beat, apologetic as rivets. In a brief second, as something that could be mistaken for a naturally occuring settling of the floors, the house itself echoes her heart. Its foundations tremble (in a way that's far too inexciting to be a quake) and then still.
Truthfully, Pyrrha is glad he's the only one here to see the way she smiles. ]
I think you missed a spot.
[ that doesn't even make sense with the direction of his banter but
[ That's plenty close, really. Pyrrha's smile grows wider, a bit toothy, as their foreheads touch in consequence. Her hands hesitate a moment, only that, before finding and holding both of his. ]
No, you definitely missed a spot. [ She's teasing in turn. ] I'm sure you can see it if you come closer.
[ Pyrrha's back hits the wall, but there's hardly any aggression in it. That's fine. Their current predicament is more than enough to get her affected -- not quite bothered, but almost. It's a precipice she's been hovering at the edge of since (although she's unaware of it) the large crystal regulating emotional fallout within the city disappeared. Pyrrha's own amulet, wrapped loyally around her wrist, subtly changes colour every few seconds. Not one of them is a cool tone.
Well, that's not important, is it? The air around them fair crackles, an unease like the minutes before a storm erupts. If Pyrrha took even a moment to think, she might wonder why she's saying these things, why she's suddenly so dissatisfied with their slow, comfortable pace.
It's quite warm in here, now, leaving a faint flush across her face. There's one cure for that, but -- Well, maybe not in the hallway.
Her hands settle at his waist and then, for lack of anything else clever to add, she's kissing him.
[ Whoops, they left some mud on the wall there! But Jaune doesn't care about that, not with more important things going on in front of him. Although as good as this feels, it's his duty to pause and ask her... ]
Are you sure you're okay?
[ They've been home alone plenty of times before, but this is new. Or maybe it's just been a long time coming, perhaps ever since their first taste of wine many months ago. ]
I do feel a little odd, although it's hardly bad, [ Pyrrha admits, easing off. Between him and the wall, there isn't anywhere for her to really go, which is fine, but she does give him some breathing room.
If this isn't something he wants or thinks he's ready for, she's prepared to respect that. She barely has a plan of her own, here. Just the leading hammering of her heart, the unease of exacerbated love that's filled her all day.
Gently, she wipes some lingering mud off his forehead. (Still gross. Ew.) ]
[ By now, the cracked window nearby has completely steamed up, likely due to the heat their own emotions seem to generate. When Pyrrha asks what he wants to do, he looks away for a second, feeling a little shy himself all of a sudden. ]
Me? I'm torn between doing more of this or getting cleaned up...
[ Nevermind the weird as hell weather phenomenon. ]
[ It's a classic case of what he wants vs. what he needs right now. Though, not once does it occur to him that Pyrrha would cheat. ]
Heh, we're really gonna let a coin decide?
...wait, I don't have any coins. Do you?
[ And just because they're standing so close and on the verge of being irresponsible, he puts a hand in one of Pyrrha's pockets or belt pouch or whatever she's wearing. ]
[ Normal trousers! So, a pocket somewhere, because these aren't the jerk lying-about-pockets trousers that fashion is convinced women want these days. He can reach in there, it's no big. ]
Yeah, right there. Go ahead.
[ Anyway, she's about to say something Mom-like, hopefully he can let it pass by without ruining everything, ]
You should always carry change on you, Jaune. You never know when you might need it.
[ All that teasing may have backfired, because he didn't really want to stop doing what they already started. ]
I propose more kissing and-- all the other weird stuff.
[ Since this is a negotiation, he's gotta start high so she meets him somewhere halfway. Did he really have to propose with something that sounds hardcore, though?? One could think he's talking about handcuffs and leather masks. ]
One of Pyrrha's hands raise, cupping his face. Her fingers lay just below his ear. There isn't any real reason for it, other than she wants to. The need to maintain contact is almost desperate in her, once again assuming that all she has left in the world is down to what can be held in her own two hands.
So, here's Pyrrha, smiling up at him in adoration. Weird stuff might be a little arbitrary, but she's willing to barter. There's no way she wants the moment between them to end. ]
Here's my counter-offer. We can start off with kissing.
[ She illustrates by letting her lips graze briefly over his! ]
Then, we can simply see how things go... perhaps with a little less weirdness.
[ He might be thinking of handcuffs and masks, but Pyrrha is dreading the possibility that he'll ask her to do some infantile roleplay scenario where she's the mother and he's -- you know what, no.
[ With the brief graze and what Pyrrha agrees to, Jaune already starts feeling hot enough that it manifests in the form of a lightbulb bursting nearby. It's a good thing he's not wearing a lot of clothes to begin with, so it's easier to manage.
With a smile, he nods and leans in, whispering for Pyrrha's ears only, even if there's nobody around to hear it anyway. ]
M-Maybe I should... check your bed anyway..... just in case it is broken...
[ He's so close that Pyrrha finds herself lightly weak-kneed for the second time today, her heart rising in pitch when he makes that particular suggestion.
The floorboards creak again, and it's an interesting little prelude to the house's foundation being just so addled.
Pyrrha whispers back, ]
You are an expert carpenter, after all.
[ If it's amenable, she'll take his hand and start to lead him to her room. It's not far! ]
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Yes, Jaune?
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You got something on your face.
[ Implying it's the mud, but when he guides her chin to face him, he plants her a cute kiss on her lips. ]
It was me!
[ ...DON'T EXPLAIN IT ]
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Truthfully, Pyrrha is glad he's the only one here to see the way she smiles. ]
I think you missed a spot.
[ that doesn't even make sense with the direction of his banter but
whatever ]
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[ Teasing a little now, he moves in, but only enough for their noses to touch. ]
It looks nice to me.
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No, you definitely missed a spot. [ She's teasing in turn. ] I'm sure you can see it if you come closer.
[ But, seriously, boy. Get over here. ]
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[ He presses his forehead against hers a little harder, which is followed by him stepping forward, trapping Pyrrha between a wall and Jaune's body. ]
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Well, that's not important, is it? The air around them fair crackles, an unease like the minutes before a storm erupts. If Pyrrha took even a moment to think, she might wonder why she's saying these things, why she's suddenly so dissatisfied with their slow, comfortable pace.
It's quite warm in here, now, leaving a faint flush across her face. There's one cure for that, but -- Well, maybe not in the hallway.
Her hands settle at his waist and then, for lack of anything else clever to add, she's kissing him.
Hey. ]
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Are you sure you're okay?
[ They've been home alone plenty of times before, but this is new. Or maybe it's just been a long time coming, perhaps ever since their first taste of wine many months ago. ]
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If this isn't something he wants or thinks he's ready for, she's prepared to respect that. She barely has a plan of her own, here. Just the leading hammering of her heart, the unease of exacerbated love that's filled her all day.
Gently, she wipes some lingering mud off his forehead. (Still gross. Ew.) ]
What do you want to do, Jaune?
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Me? I'm torn between doing more of this or getting cleaned up...
[ Nevermind the weird as hell weather phenomenon. ]
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[ She may cheat.
She's totally going to cheat. ]
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Heh, we're really gonna let a coin decide?
...wait, I don't have any coins. Do you?
[ And just because they're standing so close and on the verge of being irresponsible, he puts a hand in one of Pyrrha's pockets or belt pouch or whatever she's wearing. ]
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Yeah, right there. Go ahead.
[ Anyway, she's about to say something Mom-like, hopefully he can let it pass by without ruining everything, ]
You should always carry change on you, Jaune. You never know when you might need it.
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[ ...mom. ]
So, heads I shower, tails we don't kiss. Deal?
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[ Although, that may be contingent on what happens after the shower - no. Nikos? FOCUS. ]
Heads, we get cleaned up. -- Separately.
[ look, it needed to be clarified ]
Tails... [ Yeah. ] Well.
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You got yourself a deal, Nikos.
[ He steps back and flips the coin in the air, letting it fall on the ground because it's hopeless if he tries to catch it mid-air. ]
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Why?
No reason!
The coin hits the floor and she leans over to look at it. ]
It's tails!
[ .... and then, realizing that they never fully clarified the parameters of a tails flip, she grows a little uncertain, looking almost bashful. ]
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[ HEH ]
I did say "tails, we don't kiss"...
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She'll play along, though. ]
Yeah, you did. I suppose this is it, in that case.
[ Pyrrha holds out a hand for a, surprise, goodbye handshake! ]
It was lovely knowing you, Partner.
[ :) ]
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[ KABEDON!!!!!!
don't you leave partner ]
That coin toss didn't count! I suspect foul-play.
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Would you like to re-negotiate the terms of our agreement?
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[ All that teasing may have backfired, because he didn't really want to stop doing what they already started. ]
I propose more kissing and-- all the other weird stuff.
[ Since this is a negotiation, he's gotta start high so she meets him somewhere halfway. Did he really have to propose with something that sounds hardcore, though?? One could think he's talking about handcuffs and leather masks. ]
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One of Pyrrha's hands raise, cupping his face. Her fingers lay just below his ear. There isn't any real reason for it, other than she wants to. The need to maintain contact is almost desperate in her, once again assuming that all she has left in the world is down to what can be held in her own two hands.
So, here's Pyrrha, smiling up at him in adoration. Weird stuff might be a little arbitrary, but she's willing to barter. There's no way she wants the moment between them to end. ]
Here's my counter-offer. We can start off with kissing.
[ She illustrates by letting her lips graze briefly over his! ]
Then, we can simply see how things go... perhaps with a little less weirdness.
[ He might be thinking of handcuffs and masks, but Pyrrha is dreading the possibility that he'll ask her to do some infantile roleplay scenario where she's the mother and he's -- you know what, no.
She is not giving that another thought. ]
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With a smile, he nods and leans in, whispering for Pyrrha's ears only, even if there's nobody around to hear it anyway. ]
M-Maybe I should... check your bed anyway..... just in case it is broken...
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The floorboards creak again, and it's an interesting little prelude to the house's foundation being just so addled.
Pyrrha whispers back, ]
You are an expert carpenter, after all.
[ If it's amenable, she'll take his hand and start to lead him to her room. It's not far! ]
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