[Yang hesitates on giving an outright "Yes". She's pretty sure Jaune's not exactly a reluctant party in this after all.]
I mean, ideally, it'd be...nice? If Jaune handled that. I just kinda gave up on trusting guys to be, you know, prepared...
[There are so many dumbasses out there. So many...
...Not that Jaune's at all like that, but anywho.]
So, just...have 'em so you're prepared. Keep yourself safe.
[That's probably an ironic statement given Pyrrha's whole...everything, but nobody needs to find out if you can posthumously have a baby here or something.]
[Yang'll stifle a small giggle as she shakes her head in response. Maybe that's enough awkward talk for now. Foreplay tips can wait for some other time.
Instead she'll smile warmly and reach out to put a hand on Pyrrha's shoulder.]
I'm really happy for you. Both of you.
[Seeing her friends being happy makes her really happy?? And god do Jaune and Pyrrha deserve to be happy.]
You ever wanna talk about this again, let me know, okay? I don't mind.
[ Unsurprisingly, Yang's kind gesture does help ease some of Pyrrha's awkwardness. One thing she mentioned earlier was very true; had her mother been accessible, this isn't a series of questions Yang would have to field. The fact is, no matter how unideal it is, asking outright is better than fumbling, and safety is important.
So, she smiles, shedding her embarrassment. There's nothing to be ashamed of, not in this. ]
... Thank you. Really.
[ Pyrrha reaches over, resting her hand on Yang's. ]
[There's a small nod in accompaniment and then Yang has to pause because that last sentiment touches her perhaps a bit more than Pyrrha may have meant it to. Yang tries really hard not to think about it too often, but sometimes Pyrrha just...does things that remind her why losing a friend this warm and caring back home hit her so hard.
In the hopes of keeping herself from getting teary-eyed, she'll gently squeeze Pyrrha's shoulder in response as she croaks out a reply.]
Me too. [And then, with a 10 watt grin because she's gotta change the subject or she'll cry.] Go get 'im, Nikos.
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I don't know if -- [ if he has anyway.
Pyrrha reframes that sentence slightly. ]
Is it my responsibility? If I'm the one trying to...
[ yeah did you think she was going to finish that sentence either ]
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[Yang hesitates on giving an outright "Yes". She's pretty sure Jaune's not exactly a reluctant party in this after all.]
I mean, ideally, it'd be...nice? If Jaune handled that. I just kinda gave up on trusting guys to be, you know, prepared...
[There are so many dumbasses out there. So many...
...Not that Jaune's at all like that, but anywho.]
So, just...have 'em so you're prepared. Keep yourself safe.
[That's probably an ironic statement given Pyrrha's whole...everything, but nobody needs to find out if you can posthumously have a baby here or something.]
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Also, parental responsibility and blah blah. ]
Okay... That's a good idea. Thank you, Yang.
Any...thing... else?
[ this is so awkward, can she just die (again) instead ]
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Instead she'll smile warmly and reach out to put a hand on Pyrrha's shoulder.]
I'm really happy for you. Both of you.
[Seeing her friends being happy makes her really happy?? And god do Jaune and Pyrrha deserve to be happy.]
You ever wanna talk about this again, let me know, okay? I don't mind.
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So, she smiles, shedding her embarrassment. There's nothing to be ashamed of, not in this. ]
... Thank you. Really.
[ Pyrrha reaches over, resting her hand on Yang's. ]
You're a good friend, Yang. -- I'm glad we met.
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[There's a small nod in accompaniment and then Yang has to pause because that last sentiment touches her perhaps a bit more than Pyrrha may have meant it to. Yang tries really hard not to think about it too often, but sometimes Pyrrha just...does things that remind her why losing a friend this warm and caring back home hit her so hard.
In the hopes of keeping herself from getting teary-eyed, she'll gently squeeze Pyrrha's shoulder in response as she croaks out a reply.]
Me too. [And then, with a 10 watt grin because she's gotta change the subject or she'll cry.] Go get 'im, Nikos.
[GO. FIGHT. WIN.]