[ a brief moment to consider it, where weiss' expression is rather carefully blank. there is a slight buzzing sound in the back of her mind, remnant from one too many sips of the vodka, but she no longer feels the warmth it'd once given her.
and then a roll of her eyes and a sigh, arms coming up to cross just under her bust. ]
I'm fine, Jaune. It's not your job to take care of me.
[ "pity me" seems to be right there, on the tip of her tongue. but she refrains from saying it for both their sakes. ]
no subject
and then a roll of her eyes and a sigh, arms coming up to cross just under her bust. ]
I'm fine, Jaune. It's not your job to take care of me.
[ "pity me" seems to be right there, on the tip of her tongue. but she refrains from saying it for both their sakes. ]