[ If she had said those things any other time, he would be blushing and dancing to the beat of his dokis. However, as mentioned, this is purely job-related, and Jaune writes down everything as Pyrrha dictates.
Everything.
He even hands her the towel as he keeps writing, then sits on her bed. Writing. Writing. Writing...
[ She quickly wipes off her face with the towel and then sets it around her shoulders. Her breathing is still a bit heavy, tapering off with every slowing beat of her heart. ]
You asked me for my opinion.
[ It's evenly said. She likes his determinism and cleverness, of course. There's nothing wrong about also liking his eyes and his butt.
It's just... I woke up one day, and I realized something about myself. I think my life is out of control, Pyrrha. What I mean is... I train whenever I want, I work whenever I feel like, you and I make love one to four times per day... it's great. Super great!
But. What am I missing? I'll tell you - structure. Discipline! Some money. I can't be a great warrior without structure! All that training and exercise and diddly-doo we do just isn't enough, I think. I need...
[ ... He found those sylvs she put into his pocket, didn't he. ]
I think that's great!
[ Pyrrha's glad to see this, considering how he couldn't dedicate himself to anything but training a few months ago. It wasn't healthy, and it made her wonder how genuinely committed he was to his life here.
Scooching a little closer, she peers down at his clipboard. ]
You're working on a resume? [ She taps the last thing he wrote down. ] Perhaps you shouldn't include that.
[ Seeing the look on his face, she softens visibly. An arm settles around him, and Pyrrha gives his back an affectionate rub between the shoulder blades. ]
Technically, both of us are drop-outs.
[ Another little tap for the page. ]
Anyone would be lucky to hire you. You're smart, and hardworking... And you have a whole house of people who would give you a great reference.
[ Pyrrha grows very still for a moment, even briefly holding her breath. This isn't a test! Whatever she says isn't going to negatively effect their relationship... right? As much as she loves Jaune, she's well aware that he's not perfect. No one is. ]
Well, I suppose...
[ He's right, she does not like this! ]
... You have difficulty sorting out what should be a priority, and tend to let your emotions blind you in certain scenarios.
[ It's a more constructive form of what Pyrrha was thinking, that - absent the boy he used to be, his weaknesses (too nice, too accommodating, too desperate to be liked) had all been turned on their head. Now, there was only her. To be precise, it's Pyrrha herself that is his greatest weakness.
Realising it, the sky outside seems to darken, as if the sun is disappearing behind a cloud. ]
[ In fact, why would he be listing something like that on a resume? Pyrrha frowns thoughtfully, peering down at his clipboard once more. It's more of an answer you would use to prepare for job interviews. She chooses to assume he wants to get all of his materials together. ]
What about... "I have difficulty multitasking because I display perfectionist tendencies and give my present task no less than one hundred and ten percent"? You should try to put a positive angle on your faults, so they sound more palatable to an employer.
[ He's starts writing the exact quote, but stops halfway through to give Pyrrha a big kiss on the cheek! His lips press against her with such force that he could almost knock her off-balance.
Then he forgets to finish writing the rest of it. Hey, she was right about his priorities! ]
[ She accepts the kiss happily, even if her equilibrium is somewhat compromised in the bargain. Pyrrha compensates by holding a fold in his hoodie, and pulls herself steady.
And - oh, you sweet, easily distracted boy. His clipboard gets another poke. ]
"... because I display perfectionist tendencies... "
[ Jaune finishes writing as instructed, remembering the rest of what Pyrrha said without much prompt. This whole thing is starting to make him feel very optimistic about his chances now. ]
Y'know, for a couple of drop-outs, we do pretty okay, huh?
[ Jaune looks at his clipboard of notes once more before his eyes are on Pyrrha again. ]
Think I should add anything else? Like, "I'm a natural blond" or something?
[ She tucks her chin over his shoulder, taking another close look at his writing. Obviously, a natural blond reference will make little difference. Most employers will find it harmless. Some might find it a waste of words.
They can talk about that in a second. Against him, her chest rumbles with faint, unvoiced laughter. ]
Do you really want to lie on your applications? [ (that's a joke.) ]
[ She jokes, but being dishonest about a reference is not something he hasn't done before. Jaune smiles a little crookedly, as if he's kind of maybe considering it a little?? ]
[ ... after a strangely long moment of surprise, Pyrrha sits a little straighter and starts to pull at his hair near the scalp, trying to see for dark roots.
This puts her cleavage right under his chin. Hey. ]
[ No, she was making a joke about his claim of being naturally blond was a lie! :(
... She does take a few more moments to check, though. Really, her high necked shirts don't give him much to look at, all shape and no substance, but when Pyrrha realises what it is that's holding his attention so, she settles down. The clipboard is taken from his hands and set gently to the side as she seizes his lap for herself. ]
[ It's not a difficult request, as her face is just as nice to look at! Hey. ]
Sorry.
[ He's smiling back at her, having no problems with her current position either. ]
I have difficulty multitasking because I display perfectionist tendencies and give my present task no less than one hundred......... and ten percent. [ did he get that right?? ]
[ Lovingly, she cups his face, hands lingering just below his jaw. ]
You have more than enough to offer any employer. Even if you think no one will want to hire you because you didn't finish the year at Beacon, that isn't true. You never have to lie anymore, Jaune.
[ Her forehead bumps his, stays there. (You would think she could keep her hands to herself while coaching him in this. Apparently not.) ]
I guess I don't. ... Was never really proud of it.
[ Roman thought it was cool though. ]
So, that's it then? Nothing else to add?
[ With his arms holding her steady, Jaune is about to lie down on his back and bring her down with him. Unfortunately, he didn't learn his lesson from the last time he did this in her bed, and ends up hitting his head against the wall again. D'oh! ]
[ You know what else Roman thinks is cool? Tiny mute psychopaths and beating up children with his cane! Do you really want him to be your role model?
He only gets halfway down before his size and the wall get the better of him. Pyrrha remains in his arm, leaning against his chest, but gently reaches behind him to rub at the injured spot. It's the best she can do, utilising a tiny sliver of Dunamis and the happiness she's feeling to try and sooth where his skull might be throbbing. ]
Well, why don't you tell me what kind of job you're looking for? [ Preferably after making it all the way down into a lying position. ] Perhaps I could help you look one day.
[ It's ok! He's got this!! Their lying position is a little more comfortable now. ]
I'm not sure... something where I can talk to people... help others... uhh, flexible hours, for me time and us time, uhh, what else... you're sweaty...
[ It's kind of hot!! And distracting. ... He doesn't mind. ]
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Everything.
He even hands her the towel as he keeps writing, then sits on her bed. Writing. Writing. Writing...
-- wait, what was that ]
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P-PYRRHA, I can't write that!!
[ Now he's crossing it out frantically! ]
...or can I...
[ what if he... writes it again....... ]
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You asked me for my opinion.
[ It's evenly said. She likes his determinism and cleverness, of course. There's nothing wrong about also liking his eyes and his butt.
Pyrrha moves to join him on the bed. ]
What are you doing?
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But. What am I missing? I'll tell you - structure. Discipline! Some money. I can't be a great warrior without structure! All that training and exercise and diddly-doo we do just isn't enough, I think. I need...
[ Dramatic pause. ]
... I need a job.
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I think that's great!
[ Pyrrha's glad to see this, considering how he couldn't dedicate himself to anything but training a few months ago. It wasn't healthy, and it made her wonder how genuinely committed he was to his life here.
Scooching a little closer, she peers down at his clipboard. ]
You're working on a resume? [ She taps the last thing he wrote down. ] Perhaps you shouldn't include that.
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[ He scribbles it out for the second time.
Then he turns to her, face painted with slight worry. ]
Pyrrha, I don't know who's gonna hire me.
...I barely went to school.
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Technically, both of us are drop-outs.
[ Another little tap for the page. ]
Anyone would be lucky to hire you. You're smart, and hardworking... And you have a whole house of people who would give you a great reference.
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[ Still, he's smiling at Pyrrha, because she makes it so easy to do so. If anyone's lucky to have anybody, it's him, with her sitting next to him. ]
Actually... that leads me to the next question. You're not gonna like it.
... My greatest weakness?
[ It's ok, he can take it babe. 8) ]
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Well, I suppose...
[ He's right, she does not like this! ]
... You have difficulty sorting out what should be a priority, and tend to let your emotions blind you in certain scenarios.
[ It's a more constructive form of what Pyrrha was thinking, that - absent the boy he used to be, his weaknesses (too nice, too accommodating, too desperate to be liked) had all been turned on their head. Now, there was only her. To be precise, it's Pyrrha herself that is his greatest weakness.
Realising it, the sky outside seems to darken, as if the sun is disappearing behind a cloud. ]
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The list in his own mind is much worse, if he's being honest. ]
Well, you're not wrong...
[ The change in weather goes unregistered. It's a normal occurrence in Empatheias, after all. ]
H-How should I write it in one sentence? "Priorities out of whack"? They'll appreciate the honesty, right?
[ HE SOUNDS UNSURE... ]
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[ In fact, why would he be listing something like that on a resume? Pyrrha frowns thoughtfully, peering down at his clipboard once more. It's more of an answer you would use to prepare for job interviews. She chooses to assume he wants to get all of his materials together. ]
What about... "I have difficulty multitasking because I display perfectionist tendencies and give my present task no less than one hundred and ten percent"? You should try to put a positive angle on your faults, so they sound more palatable to an employer.
[ Gives him an encouraging smile! ]
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--w-whoa! Pyrrha, that's genius!
[ He's starts writing the exact quote, but stops halfway through to give Pyrrha a big kiss on the cheek! His lips press against her with such force that he could almost knock her off-balance.
Then he forgets to finish writing the rest of it. Hey, she was right about his priorities! ]
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And - oh, you sweet, easily distracted boy. His clipboard gets another poke. ]
"... because I display perfectionist tendencies... "
[ Finish writing! ]
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[ Jaune finishes writing as instructed, remembering the rest of what Pyrrha said without much prompt. This whole thing is starting to make him feel very optimistic about his chances now. ]
Y'know, for a couple of drop-outs, we do pretty okay, huh?
[ Jaune looks at his clipboard of notes once more before his eyes are on Pyrrha again. ]
Think I should add anything else? Like, "I'm a natural blond" or something?
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[ She tucks her chin over his shoulder, taking another close look at his writing. Obviously, a natural blond reference will make little difference. Most employers will find it harmless. Some might find it a waste of words.
They can talk about that in a second. Against him, her chest rumbles with faint, unvoiced laughter. ]
Do you really want to lie on your applications? [ (that's a joke.) ]
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I might have to.
[ NO... ]
1/3
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done!
This puts her cleavage right under his chin. Hey. ]
But - you always said -- [ h e l p ]
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What?? N-No, that's not what I meant!
[ He actually thought her question about lying was a lead up to another suggestion, such as dyeing his hair blue or green?? ]
C-C'mon, this is my real hair! ... Take your time checking, though.
[ He's not complaining about the view. ]
Gotta... gotta be thorough... yeah...
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... She does take a few more moments to check, though. Really, her high necked shirts don't give him much to look at, all shape and no substance, but when Pyrrha realises what it is that's holding his attention so, she settles down. The clipboard is taken from his hands and set gently to the side as she seizes his lap for herself. ]
Jaune.
[ There's a clear smile lingering on her lips. ]
Look at my face, please.
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Sorry.
[ He's smiling back at her, having no problems with her current position either. ]
I have difficulty multitasking because I display perfectionist tendencies and give my present task no less than one hundred......... and ten percent. [ did he get that right?? ]
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[ Lovingly, she cups his face, hands lingering just below his jaw. ]
You have more than enough to offer any employer. Even if you think no one will want to hire you because you didn't finish the year at Beacon, that isn't true. You never have to lie anymore, Jaune.
[ Her forehead bumps his, stays there. (You would think she could keep her hands to herself while coaching him in this. Apparently not.) ]
... but yes, that's right. [ good boy! ]
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I guess I don't. ... Was never really proud of it.
[ Roman thought it was cool though. ]
So, that's it then? Nothing else to add?
[ With his arms holding her steady, Jaune is about to lie down on his back and bring her down with him. Unfortunately, he didn't learn his lesson from the last time he did this in her bed, and ends up hitting his head against the wall again. D'oh! ]
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He only gets halfway down before his size and the wall get the better of him. Pyrrha remains in his arm, leaning against his chest, but gently reaches behind him to rub at the injured spot. It's the best she can do, utilising a tiny sliver of Dunamis and the happiness she's feeling to try and sooth where his skull might be throbbing. ]
Well, why don't you tell me what kind of job you're looking for? [ Preferably after making it all the way down into a lying position. ] Perhaps I could help you look one day.
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I'm not sure... something where I can talk to people... help others... uhh, flexible hours, for me time and us time, uhh, what else... you're sweaty...
[ It's kind of hot!! And distracting. ... He doesn't mind. ]
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