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Trail

They’d been sparring. Well, more like he was taking a beating, but Jaune felt he’d been getting better. Blake was an elusive target, probably the most agile of his classmates, and he was grateful for the time she lent him.

Today he’d been skilled, or more likely lucky, enough to actually get in a good hit when she’d been whirling around him in a dervish’s blade dance- right across the her shoulders. So he’d offered her a quick shoulder rub, part in gratitude for her help, part in apology for hurting her.

He’d noticed the scars right away of course. But he only mentioned them now that his ministrations were over.

“It’s not the first time you’ve been here.” He murmured, tracing his fingers over them gently. “Was it another training accident?”

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Love that you're watching the dub! I personally love it way more than the sub

It is a pretty good dub. I think I still prefer the sub, but I usually prefer which ever one I start with. I couldn’t even sit through the FMA:B sub because I loved the dub so much.

As far as the dub voices, I liked Kacchan’s voice most in the dub, followed closely by Deku’s. 

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Bonds (Closed RP with ms-belladone)

The studious Huntsman could often be found roaming the library, plucking out books to rent, doing research, or just reading (or napping depending on the hour) on a beanbag chair...but today, he was doing none of those things.

At least, he was currently doing none of those things. Was just minding his own business until he saw a certain girl holding a rather elusive book. He’d peeked at her even after he was done with his research paper (eight pages, by Dust), looking at the book...

She was flipping through those rather long pages awfully fast...a fellow book enthusiast, no doubt. And for such a good novel, too! His curiosity overwrote his manners, and he shrunk his Scroll down and slid it into his pocket, walking up to the black bowed girl.

“Pardon me, is that A Bond of Fire and Ice?” There was energy to his voice, subdued as it was, as he sat down beside her.

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"Are you tired? Rest your head in my lap."

“That sounds nice.” Jaune answered in between yawns. The gently sloping hills, the warm sunlight, and most of all the rhythmic sounds the train made as it carried them back home had the soporific effect on him he normally associated with hospital grade pain meds. Keeping his eyes open was a struggle, and Jaune wasn’t sure it was a worthwhile endeavor.

He looked at Blake’s thighs longingly, and caved into temptation. He eassed his head down on to her lap, and smiled up at her from under his bangs. “You’re an angel. Wake me, if you need me, okay?”

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"You don't want me..."

Jaune frowned severely at Blake. “I think I know better than anyone what I want Blake.”

He let out a sigh, and took Blake’s hands in his own, and his voice was gentle when he next spoke. “If you don’t want me, then just say so. But don’t tell me what I want. I want the intelligent, driven and beautiful woman standing in front of me Blake. I want you, and no one else.”

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Jaune followed after her, growing increasingly alarmed. Did she have the flu? It wouldn’t have surprised him; she was definitely overworking herself. True, she was working the same hours he was, but that didn’t mean it was healthy.

“Honey...?” He asked, blanching when she through up in the toilet. He took a quick two step to reach her, and held her dark hair back gently as she emptied her gut. He frowned in concern.

“I’m calling the office, and telling them you can’t make it in today.” He said, tone brooking no dissent. “There’s no way you can fight like this Blake.”

Jaune set his jaw stubbornly, more than half expecting her to argue. But he wan’t going to let her get mauled by some grim because she was being stubborn, even if that meant having an argument. He had no desire to see her in a hospital.

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Jaune flushed lightly, and began rubbing the back of his neck. “S-sorry. Do you, er, sit in back maybe?”

Jaune in all honesty, sat towards the middle and off to the right side next to the windows during maths, and he daydreamed and doodled his way through class. So it was no surprise he didn’t notice her, though he wished he had; it seemed rude. But he couldn’t help his lack of attention in that class. It was, for him at least, a gimme grade. Doing the homework was more than enough for him to breeze through the tests with top marks. 

If only history was that easy...

He was digressing. He shook himself, turning a smile back on Blake. “Alright, why don’t you point tot he sorts of problems you have trouble with? I’ll teach you the theorems you’re having trouble with one by one. We’ll get it down, I promise.”

He flipped open her text book, only to see it was her notebook instead. Talk about clumsy- wait. Drawings? She must have grabbed her art book rather than her math notes. The page he flipped too had a guy, looking out the window at a pair of birds. A beam of light came through the window, striking the man and making him almost look like he had a halo.

“This- it’s amazing.” He said, a note of near awe in his voice, and math forgotten.

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🔃

Blake is finally noticed by their sempai, Jaune.

Jaune sat laid down his back pack, and took a seat at the table in the empty class. He’d sighed up to tutor someone at math for a bit of extra credit and resume padding, and most dearly to Jaune, the opportunity to really help someone. Today was the first day. He hoped everything would go well.

Jaune smiled encouragingly at his new student as she walked into class. He didn’t know the dark haired beauty in front of him, but that was going to change shortly. He stood, tugging out the chair next to the one he’d been sitting in for her. He heard that women were more comfortable sitting beside you than in front of you, and besides. This way he could see her work more easily. 

“Hey, my name’s Jaune, and I’m your new tutor. It’s really nice to meet you miss…?” He asked in as friendly a manner as he knew how. The poor girl just seemed so nervous! Maybe she was really bad off in class? 

Then he noticed the cat ears on top of her head. A faunus? Was she worried he’d refuse to help her just for something like that? He hoped not. He’d heard rumors that some students, and even faculty wouldn’t treat faunus fairly. He’d always assumed it was just hearsay, but if she was this worried, maybe there was something to it?

But Jaune made sure his smile never wavered. She was welcome here, no matter what her heritage was. It made no difference to Jaune.