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[ When Jaune returns to the apartment, he doesn't immediately check on his bedridden friend, assuming that she's fast asleep as she should be.

Instead, Pyrrha may hear the sounds of their team leader unplugging the console and the television in the other room. He may even knock something over, but it's unimportant now. The door to her room opens quietly, and Jaune peers through with the console in his hands. ]

Pyrrha... you're awake...?

[ Pyrrha is awake, and struggles to sit up when she hears him. Jade isn’t all that happy to be stirred, mewing indignantly before settling back into the sheets once more. ]

Yeah. Come on in.

[ Her head is pounding but her smile indicates none of that. ]

How was work?

[ Work... He had spent all day avoiding it by chasing people for signatures and spending a fortune on a bouquet, which speaking of, both are sitting just in the other room. He will bring those to her in a minute, now that he knows she's awake, but for now he's just setting up the console and doing what he does best:

Lying. ]

It was... eventful! Got to meet a lot of people... hah... [ He stops to give her a glance. These cables are so confusing, he needs an excuse to slow down anyway. ]

How was... sleeping all day? Any cool... uh, dreams, or something?

[ Pyrrha leans back, watching him set up the console. There’s a wall-length set of cupboard and drawers that can easily seat a television set and a Playstation 4, but he might have a little bit more difficulty finding an electrical socket behind it. There is one, but it’s buried more than an arm’s length from him.

At his question, she shakes her head. Ow. ]

No. I wake up every few hours when my cold medicine wears off.

[ And that’s when she gets bored and tries to get out of the apartment. ]

They don't last long...?

[ When he finds the electrical socket eventually, he plugs the necessary cables in but abandons setting up the rest of it for now. Instead he pushes himself to his feet and makes his way to her bed. It's strange to see her so dependent and worn-out, but that's all the more reason for him to take on the nurturing role this time, and not just because it's his job as a leader.

He places a hand on his forehead and his other on hers, trying to check her temperature. He remembers his mother doing the same thing, but he doesn't quite understand how it works other than if the patient's forehead feels warmer then it's probably Not Good. ]

You are pretty hot.

[ Don’t do it, Pyrrha.

Don’t — ]

Thanks. You’re not half bad yourself.

[ She did it. :( IT'S THE FEVER'S FAULT, OKAY. ]

[ He snorts, not thinking anything of it other than her trying to be funny. He does wonder if comments like these are the reason others seem to think that they're dating. Half the people who signed the card assumed as much. ]

Your cold medicine must be scrambling your brain.

Luckily, I brought home another remedy.

Edited 2015-05-22 23:39 (UTC)

[ Maybe, just maybe, the fact that Pyrrha spends about 80% of her time (metaphorically) standing outside Jaune's room with a boombox playing IN YOUR EYES is why everyone thinks they're a couple.

When he mentions a separate remedy, her gaze follows him, quizzical. ]

What's that?

[ Wow, only metaphorically? ]

Well, it won't really make you... I-I mean, y'know, it's kind of silly... ah, just-- just wait here for a second, okay?

[ He says it like he expects her to be somewhere else in his short absence. When he returns, he tries to hide a large bouquet of azaleas behind his back, although it's extremely obvious with it's size and a trail of a few fallen petals behind him.

Not to mention there's a mirror on the other side of the room behind him, too. Good job, leader. ]

[ And, while Pyrrha isn’t especially at her most observant, her eyes catch on the vibrant assortment of colours before anything else. Jaune is making a bit of a mess in his gesture, of course, but she is happily oblivious and sits up a little straighter.

The fact that he took his time, remembering her favourite flower, leaves a gentle lightness in her stomach. ]

Oh, they’re beautiful.

[ She’s already reaching out for the flowers. ]

Thank you, Jaune.

What?!

[ Jaune wonders how she could know before he offered it, even turning around to see if there's anyone standing behind him who spoiled the surprise. Turns out it was just his own stupidity that betrayed him, oops. ]

Aw, man, I can't keep anything from you...

[ He says it in lighthearted manner, finally letting her have the bouquet, and on it is an attached home made card with a collection of signatures and Pyrrha's photo. ]

[ Taking the flowers, she leaves them nestled comfortably against one shoulder as she pulls out the card, opening it. Silently, her eyes scan the litany of signatures, mouth moving silently to pronounce the names she can read.

After a moment: ]

You did all this for me?

[ Her expression is inscrutable, eyes searching him. ]

[ To be fair, he was practically cornered into purchasing the flowers, but the card was certainly something that comes from Jaune’s heart. Nobody told him he should do it, it was something he decided on his own – for her. When she asks the question, however, he appears kind of surprised at first, but ends up sitting on the edge of her bed and taking a peek at the card himself, pretending like he’s double-checking. ]

Uh... yeah? I-I mean, that... that sure is you in that picture. No doubt. Ha..haha...

[ For a slight moment, he wonders if the reason she’s asking that is because she expected him to do better things with his time, like maybe training. Trust him, though, he’s getting plenty of that from Tenka, and it won’t be long until the bruises start to show in a few more sessions. ]

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