[ The young man nursing a tall glass of milk where he stands besides the bar winces. Yang may recall seeing him go flying off the bull in rather spectacularly pathetic fashion not too long ago, landing jarringly on his backside - hence, the standing.
Jaune sort of hopes she didn't, but his luck lately hasn't been that great. ]
That's the idea, yeah. [ He mutters, morosely, staring into his milk. ] It's a little harder than it looks...
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Jaune sort of hopes she didn't, but his luck lately hasn't been that great. ]
That's the idea, yeah. [ He mutters, morosely, staring into his milk. ] It's a little harder than it looks...