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‘ o - oh, well … ’ it took all remaining sense jaune had left not to choke on his own tongue, attempting to hide his embarrassed flush with a nervous run of hands through tousled blond hair. unfortunately, the questioned density and low self esteem approximation would have been correct, but jaune was nothing if not a trooper, gratefully accepting the out neptune gave him. he had no idea where he’d gone wrong, considering he wore similar attire near every day and only needed a more winter appropriate outfit for atlas, but jaune had never been able to pick out the inconsistencies in his style. he was a consistent mess. ‘ right. ’ after a beat. ‘ — and thanks. for before. ’ he attempts a suave smile, leaning his weight on a nearby clothing rack. ‘ you’re not too bad looking yoursel — ah ! ’ weight fell out from under him as the clothes and metal bar toppled to the ground, blue eyes wide and for a moment jaune stood stock still, before dropping to pick them up as fast as possible. ‘ smooth, arc. real smooth. ’ he muttered, just beneath his breath.
neptune saw it coming , from the moment jaune lent his weight against the delicate rack. was this guy beyond even his help ? whether yes or no he would do his best — despite the immense pity and slight annoyance he feels towards jaune. ❛ anyways jaune , first things first. you really need to lose that sweater. what did you send in a box top for it ? you’ll want a pair of darker boots , dark jeans too. you’ve been training the last year so i think you should get some smaller shoulder plates. show off those big beefy arms of yours. but those are just my thoughts. tell me what you think. ❜
