[ 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. ]
[ Easily seduced by Pyrrha, Jaune gives in to her advances and lets her do most of the talking. He can worry about work stuff tomorrow! Besides, what's about to transpire now will surely give him the confidence boost he needs.
Tomorrow marks the first day of Jaune as a working class man!!
[ Jaune's first job takes him on the streets, selling hot dogs in particular. He doesn't draw a lot of customers, but he does end up feeding a stray cat. Later, that cat returns with more hungry cats. Feeling sorry for the starving animals, Jaune keeps sneaking them more hot dogs whenever he thinks nobody is looking. It's not like anyone will notice a few hot dogs gone missing, right?
The day ends with Jaune having zero hot dogs in the cart and zero profit to show for it. He's fired immediately. ]
[ Taking Pyrrha's suggestion, Jaune ends up being hired as a construction worker! He's helping with the efforts of building a new radio tower, to be precise. Unfortunately, he still isn't used to having a normal sleep schedule again, and ends up being fired when he's caught sleeping on the job. ]
[ A new day, a new job! Jaune is hired to transport a shipment on a truck, but the problem is he's not very good at driving one! When an accident occurs on the road (not caused by him!), Jaune hops out of the truck to help the survivors.
It's in this moment he realizes that he forgot to put the handbrake on before exiting the truck, and it ends up rolling down a steep road, crashing into a closed fireworks store.
Explosions ensue! Lots of fire!! Including the firing of Jaune Arc. ]
[ Jaune tries working night shift again, and for the most part, he's not having problems staying awake! Being a bouncer for a night club seems to be a perfect fit for him.
Problem is that he's too nice and lets everyone in. The night is a disaster, it's overcrowded, the gender ratio is unbalanced and it will take years for the night club to regain its good reputation.
[ He's back to trying a daytime job again! This time, as a barista. When he sees his fellow coworkers do some cool arty things with their coffee, Jaune attempts at giving it a go himself.
He tries hard, but when it starts to look nothing like what his coworkers achieved, he panics and tries to desperately fix it before the customer picks up their coffee. The end result ends up being something like this.
[ The bank has a job opening, and Jaune waits in line to be interviewed! It's a long line, unfortunately, and Jaune has gotten to know the person behind him quite well. He listens to the man's story, his struggle with finding a job that actually puts food on his family's table.
Jaune ends up being so moved that he gives up his interview and wishes the man good luck. ]
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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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[ Of course she's sweaty! Pyrrha doesn't sound too offended by his observation, lengthening out comfortably in his arms. ]
How about construction work, or carpentry? You can put the skills you've learned fixing our house over, and over...
[ Her hands may be sliding under his shirt now. Huh. ]
... and over...
[ Kissing his cheek! ]
1/??? (get ready again)
[ Easily seduced by Pyrrha, Jaune gives in to her advances and lets her do most of the talking. He can worry about work stuff tomorrow! Besides, what's about to transpire now will surely give him the confidence boost he needs.
Tomorrow marks the first day of Jaune as a working class man!!
Cue montage, to this song number - - - ]
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The day ends with Jaune having zero hot dogs in the cart and zero profit to show for it. He's fired immediately. ]
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It's in this moment he realizes that he forgot to put the handbrake on before exiting the truck, and it ends up rolling down a steep road, crashing into a closed fireworks store.
Explosions ensue! Lots of fire!! Including the firing of Jaune Arc. ]
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Problem is that he's too nice and lets everyone in. The night is a disaster, it's overcrowded, the gender ratio is unbalanced and it will take years for the night club to regain its good reputation.
Jaune is relieved of his services. ]
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He tries hard, but when it starts to look nothing like what his coworkers achieved, he panics and tries to desperately fix it before the customer picks up their coffee. The end result ends up being something like this.
See you Latte, Arc! ]
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Jaune ends up being so moved that he gives up his interview and wishes the man good luck. ]
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done :)
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