[ Jaune lunges for the pie, and muscle memory he didn't know he had kicks in. His hands find the plate even as he flings himself out of the booth, fingertips assessing its weight and balance in a split-second before he catches it on the palm of one hand, his other hand coming up to shield the pie from sliding off the plate with its own momentum.
He's so startled by this that hitting the ground takes him by even greater surprise. He skids a short distance across the diner floor, pie and plate still safely level, and comes to a halt.
There's nothing for a moment except him blinking. ]
...what's wrong with you?
[ Jaune sits up, glaring at Aizawa accusingly as he brings the pie in protectively close to his chest. ]
I don't care if you're a ghost or not. You don't have the right to take it out on innocent pie.
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[ Jaune lunges for the pie, and muscle memory he didn't know he had kicks in. His hands find the plate even as he flings himself out of the booth, fingertips assessing its weight and balance in a split-second before he catches it on the palm of one hand, his other hand coming up to shield the pie from sliding off the plate with its own momentum.
He's so startled by this that hitting the ground takes him by even greater surprise. He skids a short distance across the diner floor, pie and plate still safely level, and comes to a halt.
There's nothing for a moment except him blinking. ]
...what's wrong with you?
[ Jaune sits up, glaring at Aizawa accusingly as he brings the pie in protectively close to his chest. ]
I don't care if you're a ghost or not. You don't have the right to take it out on innocent pie.