[ As Jaune came closer, breath by breath, her chest tightened in anticipation.
Instead, she ends up closer to kissing Yata as the young man barrels between them, his dessert ending up a smear on Jaune’s suit. Pyrrha wants to smile, maybe even chortle at the absurdity of it - but she can’t quite get there, the weak curl of her mouth somewhere between the aforementioned smile and a subtle, repressed wince.
Her hands feel colder now, unoccupied, and she clasps them in front of her. ]
Okay.
[ Belatedly, she greets Yata, sounding somewhat more diminished for it, ] Good evening, Yata.
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Instead, she ends up closer to kissing Yata as the young man barrels between them, his dessert ending up a smear on Jaune’s suit. Pyrrha wants to smile, maybe even chortle at the absurdity of it - but she can’t quite get there, the weak curl of her mouth somewhere between the aforementioned smile and a subtle, repressed wince.
Her hands feel colder now, unoccupied, and she clasps them in front of her. ]
Okay.
[ Belatedly, she greets Yata, sounding somewhat more diminished for it, ] Good evening, Yata.