Shutting the van door with a heavy sigh, you pull your hat off and run a hand through your disheveled and thick hair.
What a clusterfuck that was.
Tintin- Johnny!
Spinning around with a shout of fright, you're met by a wide-grinned Tintin, her overalls covered in grease.
John- Bloody hell Tinny! You scared the hell out of me!
Giggling, she steps back and bounces on her heels a few times.
Tintin- Sorry, mate. I got excited when I saw the van coming in. Ordered a buncha parts.
John- Ah, yep, so you did. Well, when you need them in?
Tintin- As soon as you can, hopefully.
You use your hands to mimic a set of binoculars and look around, then shrug.
John- Well, I don't see a sack truck with you, so you're gonna get them tomorrow morning.
Tintin- Ah fine then. Need the van anyway, there's a full outboard motor to unload.
John- Ain't that somethin', eh? Whose boat's that for?
Tintin- Only the most incompetent fisherman in this whole town.
John- Uh... Abraham?
Tintin- Yep. Nagged his skipper for a turn in the wheelhouse. First thing he does is chuck her into full throttle and speeds straight through another boat's nets.
John- Oh my gods, how the hell does he still have a job after that?
Tintin- It's Ansel, the old sod. He's got more influence than you think. Which swings more negatively than positively more often than not.
John- Damn. Anybody gonna do anything about him?
Tintin- Eh. All I know is that he's stuck on-shore for the next season. Which means he'll probably be hanging around the shop a lot more, unfortunately.
John- Shit. Does he never know how to back off?
Tintin- Nope. Hey, reckon you could kick his ass with that force field o' yours?
John- W-woah woah!
You wave your hands dismissively, sweat beading on your forehead.
John- No way! I can barely handle a Grimm! He's probably even tougher than an ursai!
Tintin- Ah c'mon, you'd give him one whack and he'd go flying!
She slings an arm around your shoulder and giggles.
Tintin- We could set you up in ring fighting, you'd be a sensation all over Remnant!
John- What, and make myself a beefed up muscle head?
Tintin- Oh I dunno, you might look good with some muscle on ya chest.
John- Look, furthest I'll go is maybe a nice body, but no way am I gonna fight.
She lets go and shrugs.
Tintin- Eh, your loss Johnny. Would pay a hundred times better than being a postie.
Locking the van and closing the garage door, you sigh and slump your posture a bit.
John- Tinny, I came here to get away from fighting, you know that.
Tintin- You came here to get away from your family and Vale. That doesn't mean you can't at least try things once, right?
John- I... guess?
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FanfictionShunned and shamed by his friends and family, Jaune Arc is a failure. He tried to lie his way into Beacon, only to be exposed by someone he called his closest friend. With no options left, and a name that gives him nothing but disgrace, he chooses t...
