[ It’s not a good time to smile, so Pyrrha shifts her head to keep him from seeing hers. His words warm her; and not just for the tangled skein of unsorted feelings - it’s good to be reminded that she can rely on her partner.
Now, she reaches over her shoulder and Miló slides cleanly into her hand. ]
I know. [ Believing in him, as ever. Her voice is kept low, and thick with it. Tilting her head back to give the ceiling a cursory glance, his hair cushions her, the length of her ponytail caught between their backs. The hissing grows unbearably loud, drowning out thought and any further words that might be shared between them. A taut sound, assuming motion, rings out. Sensing something lunging, teeth bared in the darkness, toward her ear, Pyrrha spins -
And, as the lights turn back on, collides into Jaune. ]
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Now, she reaches over her shoulder and Miló slides cleanly into her hand. ]
I know. [ Believing in him, as ever. Her voice is kept low, and thick with it. Tilting her head back to give the ceiling a cursory glance, his hair cushions her, the length of her ponytail caught between their backs. The hissing grows unbearably loud, drowning out thought and any further words that might be shared between them. A taut sound, assuming motion, rings out. Sensing something lunging, teeth bared in the darkness, toward her ear, Pyrrha spins -
And, as the lights turn back on, collides into Jaune. ]