[ -- she takes yet another drink. Her swigs are slowing down into sips, which are actually a bit harder on her throat. The burning is significantly more palpable. ]
... that he knew I would use fall's power well, and not for malice, and that I was - I am good, and kind, and fight for those who can't fight for themselves.
[ It had been pretty, and perhaps served to soften her (is she still allowing herself to be manipulated?), but Pyrrha remains unsure why her, as opposed to a fourth year, it's not like she's the only kind soul in all of Beacon. Even her world-renowned success was fairly restricted to her age class.
Thinking that way, she can quickly talk herself out of Ozpin's commendations.
[ Jaune sighs, unsure what to make of that. It's very hard to disagree, because Pyrrha is all that and much more, but it still feels like the answer isn't good enough.
Thinking about this is pointless, they'll probably never know the real reason. Jaune stops Pyrrha from having that last sip, taking the glass out of her hand and setting it down at the counter. ]
Hey... let's just go away like we talked about, yeah? Tomorrow, tonight, or even now... just say the word and we're gone.
[ He doesn't care when they leave, he's just ready to be alone with her for more than just a few hours. Just them and nobody else. ]
[ He slides her glass away and earns her undivided attention in doing so. He's right about one thing; they thought it would help, but it largely didn't. She feels a bit looser in limb, and Pyrrha knows once her feet touch the floor again, she'll have to over-compensate and drink some water (good thing her shift technically ended a few minutes ago); but it hasn't cleared her head of these somber, conflicted thoughts.
And then, Jaune says what he says, and her expression seems to grow that much brighter, lightening without smiling. When his hand is free of her drink, she reaches for his fingers. Not for the first time, there's an inrushing of gratitude, and Pyrrha is suffused with the feeling that she's utterly lucky to have him. ]
... Let's go now.
[ Of course, the moment the words are out, common sense re-asserts itself. As much as she wants to be alone with him, she can't just disappear when she has a shift tomorrow. (And she wants to have dinner with her newly reunited team tonight.) ]
Now, as in, um. Tomorrow night. And, we could stay for a little while? [ A WEEK :D ]
[ When their hands join up, Jaune ignores the slight discomfort in his wrist from when he took a swing at Ozpin. The fist was swung recklessly, which in turn hurt Jaune just a little bit, too. Luckily, he heals fast, so this won't be an issue in a few hours, not to mention the general numbness he feels after a few drinks.
He leans in and gives Pyrrha a quick and caring kiss on the cheek. ]
We'll stay as long as you want.
[ Which suits Jaune just fine, too! He would have suggested a longer trip himself. Gross minds think alike? ]
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I asked why he chose me.
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[ YUP, that will definitely make him have another one. He needs to prepare himself for whatever he's about to hear, so down it goes!
... He feels lighter. This is much better. ]
And?
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[ -- she takes yet another drink. Her swigs are slowing down into sips, which are actually a bit harder on her throat. The burning is significantly more palpable. ]
... that he knew I would use fall's power well, and not for malice, and that I was - I am good, and kind, and fight for those who can't fight for themselves.
[ It had been pretty, and perhaps served to soften her (is she still allowing herself to be manipulated?), but Pyrrha remains unsure why her, as opposed to a fourth year, it's not like she's the only kind soul in all of Beacon. Even her world-renowned success was fairly restricted to her age class.
Thinking that way, she can quickly talk herself out of Ozpin's commendations.
... another sip. ]
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Thinking about this is pointless, they'll probably never know the real reason. Jaune stops Pyrrha from having that last sip, taking the glass out of her hand and setting it down at the counter. ]
Hey... let's just go away like we talked about, yeah? Tomorrow, tonight, or even now... just say the word and we're gone.
[ He doesn't care when they leave, he's just ready to be alone with her for more than just a few hours. Just them and nobody else. ]
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And then, Jaune says what he says, and her expression seems to grow that much brighter, lightening without smiling. When his hand is free of her drink, she reaches for his fingers. Not for the first time, there's an inrushing of gratitude, and Pyrrha is suffused with the feeling that she's utterly lucky to have him. ]
... Let's go now.
[ Of course, the moment the words are out, common sense re-asserts itself. As much as she wants to be alone with him, she can't just disappear when she has a shift tomorrow. (And she wants to have dinner with her newly reunited team tonight.) ]
Now, as in, um. Tomorrow night. And, we could stay for a little while? [ A WEEK :D ]
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He leans in and gives Pyrrha a quick and caring kiss on the cheek. ]
We'll stay as long as you want.
[ Which suits Jaune just fine, too! He would have suggested a longer trip himself. Gross minds think alike? ]
... Yeah. Tomorrow.
[ He's psyched! :D ]