"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[ WAIT STOP. He absolutely can't say that to Pyrrha's friend. B-But he has to tell someone, and it can't be Weiss or Ruby. Uh. ......Backspace, backspace. ]
i told pyrrha about my stri|
[ Oops. He can't lead with that either. Jaune. Backspacing again. Ok. Breathe. Ok. Here's his actual response: ]
DONT DO THAT YANBG this is IMPORTANT there are some stains that just never come out. and some that you didnt think you would ever get but its here now. i have this stain that i cant ignore now. i try to but its there. and suppose its on my favorite shirt. i wear it every day and i see it all the time. everywhere.
[It's hardly Naoki's first time in an unwelcoming place. The mall is eerily silent as he walks, staring unblinking ahead of him with yellow eyes. His shirt is missing (snagged and torn thanks to earlier with that stupid sleigh that he missed blowing up) but his scarf is still firmly tied about his neck. He occasionally touches it as he walks (wonders anxiously where Yang is, if she's all right), footsteps echoing loudly.
--he can sense other people, dimly. Maybe not in this side of the building or exact area, but he knows there are some. As well as a more prevalent, unpleasant sense.
And dimly, a skittering sound. Danger's probably coming soon, then.
Not too shocking. Naoki rolls his wrists, cracking his knuckles as he walks, before shifting a hand and lifting it palm-up, a flame catching in his palm. He's not cold, but it provides a steadier light, illuminating shadows, crevices where things might hide.]
There’s a long delay between her and his next reply. Well, long for Jaune-standards, so roughly about four minutes as he’s freaking out all on his own in the toilet stall. Ok, damn it, he’ll bite the bullet. ]
yang if you had a guy friend and he asked you out, would you date them y/n??
[ Luckily for Naoki, nothing's jumping out quite yet.
Unluckily for Naoki, that's because most of the things in hiding have found another target, who is fast approaching. Flying, really. Backwards. Past Naoki, and--
Into a store window, with an impressive shower of glass.
He may have spotted blonde hair, but there's also the snorting and hoof clacking of something from somewhere above, and more skittering sounds.
Yang, at least, is conscious in the dim shadows of the store, pushing herself to her feet with a grimace. Not the way she'd wanted to spend the evening, for sure. ]
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