#wiceschnee

“Weiss?” Arthur blinked at the young woman. He had almost not recognized the young woman. He had not seen her since she was a child. And before he had ‘died’ and been suspected of mass murder in the Paladin incident. Too young to be told that, there was a chance she knew and was taught about it. 

@wiceschnee replied to your post: “I am going to break that fucking swear jar.”

Jingles it near him, prompting for a donation.

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Jaune ran like his life depended on it. Probably because it did. He wondered, vaguely, how someone so small could contain so much anger.

“I will not apologize for telling the the truth!” He yelled over his shoulder, jinking around a corner in the hall. Normally his much, much longer legs would give him an advantage in a foot race, but those glyphs of hers more than made up for it. He wouldn’t be able to get away until she ran out of aura, or got distracted.

“Language.”

  “Oh, you think you can out sell me? You are...

“You’re selling tickets, not Dust! Try again, pal!”

“Who has time tah be ladylike? Yah got tah much of that Upperclass, hoytee toytee fancy livin’ in y’er life. Cut loose for once Angel. Nobody’s gonna care. I say fuck on a daily basis an’ flip someone the bird.”