RWBY: Save The World

THE SCHOOL OF HARD LUCK - 3

"You mean this bottle?"

Sam and Max whirl around to find a young man, a teenager at most, standing behind them. And wouldn't you know it, he was holding the cracked bottle of Dust.

The boy leaped back at the sight of the Freelance Police being more animal than faunus. Actually, almost everyone they met has reacted the same way. No one really minded that they were a six-foot tall dog and a naked rabitty-thing.

"Dazzling monochromatic umbrellas in a 1950s romcom opera house! Look Max, thats the bottle we've been looking for!" Sam shouts, pointing at the bottle in his hand. "Where'd you get it, kid?"

Realizing Sam was talking to him, the boy snapped out of his stupor.

"I-I just found it on the ground. It was just lying there, and you two seemed to be looking for it." He explains, holding the bottle up for them to see. Sam and Max look it over to see if this was the right bottle.

"Yep, it's a bottle alright." Max says, convinced.

"It's also got a crack, and some of the dust is still leaking from it." Sam says, looking over it. "And it's got the SDC logo on it."

"All I see is a snowflake on the glass." Max comments, unimpressed.

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"Who are you?"<

"Give us that bottle."

"What's with your outfit?"

"See ya!"
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"So, are you one of the students here?" Sam asks, curious about the mysterious individual who found the missing bottle.

"Yep! The name's Jaune Arc; short, sweet, rolls off the tongue; the ladies love it."

Sam and Max exchange glances before turning back to the young man

"Kid...for the sake of your future bloodline, don't ever say that again." Sam says.

"You're moppy haircut alone makes people question if you're a pitiful Mama's boy, but going around saying things like that leaves no room for question." Max adds, holding his hands behind his back like a stern professor.

Which makes Sam all the more glad he declined Ozpin's offer. Had Max been a professor, it would involve a lot of unique instruments. And not the kind used for music.

The affronted look on the boy's face was priceless. Had he been deliberately trying to be suave to a real girl, he'd be a laughing stock. Sam and Max were doing him a favor. He just didn't realize it yet.

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"Give us that bottle."

"What's with your outfit?"<

"See ya!"
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"That's an, err, unique set up you've got going on." Sam says tactfully, even though it was very sloppy and mixed up.

Max adds, "Are you attending a lazy costume party or do you just suck at dressing yourself?"

"Says the talking bunny not wearing clothes." Jaune retorts at the lagomorph.

"He's got you there, Max." Sam says to his partner, who groaned irritably. Sam turns his attention back to Jaune. "But you have to admit, that hoodie clashes with your armor like a Christmas Tree on Halloween."

"At least I'm wearing shoes, what's your excuse?" Jaune asks, crossing his arms.

"Same reason why you Don't wear a hat." Sam shoots back with an annoyed huff.