In a moment of good luck uncommon to him, Jaune managed to grasp one of the dresser's handles and stop his downward descent.
"BLAKE! Blake, please help!" He yelled out desperately, but turning his head all he saw was the door close behind the B of Team RWBY.
His cry gone unheard, the tiny blonde groaned and turned his attention upwards, beginning the annoying process of returning to where Blake had told him to stay. Luckily, the handle he clung to was the one closest to the top, so it was a short, if tiring for his current little body, climb up.
Back to where he'd started before his fall, Jaune flopped onto his back in exhaustion and stared up at the ceiling. Breathing heavily, he hoped Blake would return with Weiss soon.
The sound of the door opening snapped his mind to attention, and it forced his body into hiding behind a small pile of suspicious-looking books with surprising speed. While it could be Blake, it could also be the R, W or Y of the team, or anyone simply barging in for one reason or another (like he had foolishly done).
So the little knight peeked from his cover out to see...
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