Jaune braced himself, but it was unnecessary when he landed right on the red sash wrapped around Pyrrha’s mini skirt. The cloth was smooth to the touch, much more comfortable than Blake’s cleavage. He wanted to bury his face in it and take a long nap, but the sudden shift of the giant forced him to grab onto the material and hold on.
Pyrrha stood slowly, one hand to her forehead from the bump she took. She looked to see Blake on her rear, also rubbing her head from the unexpected collision. “I’m sorry, Blake!” She quickly got her off the ground. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She answered. “Sorry, I was in a rush. My scroll’s got a no credit issue going on.” She showed off her scroll to her. Meanwhile Jaune was trying to hold on tight to the sash, try as he might, his voice wasn’t reaching up to Blake when she and Pyrrha spoke. They were much louder than he was.
“That’s weird.” That wasn’t a normal thing for a scroll to be dealing with. Maybe network problems? That had to be it. “Did you needed to contact someone?”
“Yeah, mainly Weiss, or any of my teammates. There’s something I need to talk to them about.” Blake pocketed her mobile device and started to move on.
“Wait.” Pyrrha suddenly spoke, Blake stopped in her tracks and turned to let her continue. “Have you seen Jaune anywhere? I didn’t want him to feel like I was ignoring him, but I haven’t seen him in a while.”
From Jaune’s view, he watched Blake take a second to give out an answer. Maybe she could tell her what was up, or maybe she didn’t want to worry her too much. Her amber eyes moved to look at Pyrrha’s. “I can bring him to you later if you want. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
Unfortunately, she thought he was still back in the dorm room. Jaune didn’t expect to find himself stuck like there where he had to hold tight onto the red fabric of his partner’s sash. And judging from Pyrrha who was about to walk away with a hopeful look on her face, he had to make sure he had a tight grip.
The movements of his giant friend were rocking him a bit back and forth, his fingers were losing its hold whenever her legs moved smoothly. If he couldn’t hold on, he’d fall to the floor. He can’t fall, no way did he want to get crushed under someone’s foot if that happened.
So he tried to summon the strength he needed to climb upwards. After seconds of constant movement, Jaune…
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