Jaune: Thanks For Inviting Me To Dinner Weiss. Its A Great Pleasure To Get To Know Your Family.

Jaune: Thanks for inviting me to dinner Weiss. It’s a great pleasure to get to know your family.

Weiss: *A feint blush on her cheeks* Well, it was the least I could do for all the help you’ve given me.

Willow: Oh believe me, the pleasure is all ours Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Please, call me Jaune.

Willow: 🤭

Jaune: *Accidently spills drink on his shirt* Whoops.

Weiss: Oh no Jaune, your shirt. If you’d like, you can use our shower.

Jaune: No, it’s alright. It’s just a little spot. It’ll come out.

Willow: *Immediately splashes her whole glass of wine on him* Well that’s not gonna come out. You’d better take a shower~

(In Shower)

Jaune: *Whistling to himself as he bathes* 

Willow: *Cuts out hole in wall and peeks through* Oh my~ Quite the strapping young man you brought over Weiss.

Weiss: Mother! Let me see! *Tries pushing Willow out of the way*

Willow: *Holds Weiss back* Weiss, stop shoving! You wouldn’t even know what to do with it.

Weiss: He’s literally my age you cow!

Whitley: *Walks in* What the heck are you two doing in my room?!

Willow: Oh, hello Whitley. We were... just leaving. *Both her and Weiss quickly scurry off*

Whitley: *Curiously walks up to hole in wall* I say, what’s all the fuss about? I don’t get it, what’s in ther-BING BONG, Hello~

Nora: *Riding in shopping cart* Faster. Faster you beast!

Jaune: *Pushing cart* This is as fast as goes Nora. It has a messed up wheel.

Yang: And a lot of junk in the trunk.

Nora: More to push!

Jaune: Yes, Nora.

Nora: You love it~

Nora: You know, I think I’d do really well in the apocalypse, don’t you think? Aw, who am I kidding? I’d probably get eaten immediately. And not just because my thighs are perfect.

Jaune: Mm, you’d be ok. Although, I am picturing you with an apple in your mouth right now.

Nora: Jaune!

Jaune: Sorry. I’m sure you’d be a very capable... girl. Together we’d probably survive... at least a day. Maybe two.

Jaune: Alright, General, I've landed.

Ironwood: Great work, Arc. Commencing Operation Flying Arcs.

Jaune: You got it. But first, let me get something to eat. *Rummages through bag*

Ironwood: ...

Jaune: Why isn't there food in my bag?

Ironwood: Well, we had to make room for your medicine, bandages, dust-

Jaune: Ok, that's great. What the fuck am I supposed to eat?

Ironwood: ...

Jaune: No.

Ironwood: Arc.

Jaune: I'm not eating a fucking tree frog.

Ironwood: This is what you were trained for.

Jaune: Why don't you eat a Tree Frog?

Ironwood: No... I don't want to.

Jaune: Exactly. So you better be sending me some goddamn luchables.

Ironwood: Arc, those don't even exist in this world.

Jaune: I'm fighting a lady with a Grimm arm who shoots fire out of her fingertips, a mutated human Grimm hound, and Ozpin's magical, immortal, Grimm ex. But luchables, that's where we draw the line?

Ironwood: *Sighs* Fine. I'll get you your lunchables.

Jaune: *Smiles* Bitchin'

Mercury: You know, I once lived in a tent in the yard for 6 months, waiting for my dad to let me back into the house.

Jaune: Oh do I know what that's like. Waiting for your so-called loved ones to acknowledge your existence!? Sitting alone in the dark, craving the love of a heartless man who kept you in a constant state of fear and-!

*Doorbell chime*

Jaune: Who could that be? 😊

Weiss: Ok, we'll start south of Mantle. You two start north, and we'll rendezvous in the middle. Assuming of course, Ruby and I haven't already caught the fugitives by the time you two show up.

Jaune: Weiss, there are nine hardened criminals running free in the streets. This is hardly the time for childish trash talk.

Weiss: *Quirks an eyebrow*

Jaune: It's time for a bet, a crazy ass bet.

Weiss: *Smirks* What are ya thinking?

Jaune: Whoever catches the most fugitives gets to keep their apartment. Loser moves in with the winner. *Extends a hand*

Weiss: Alright, I'm in. *Shakes Jaune's hand before leaning in threateningly* I hope you like sleeping in a bed with 1,000 pillows.

Jaune: *Leans in as well* Well, I hope you like sharing my one grey towel.

Weiss: ... Was it grey when you bought it?

Jaune: I didn't buy it. It was in the apartment when I moved in.

Weiss: Are you sure you don't want to just move in with me?

Jaune: We already shook on it. The bet stands. Prepare to die, and by die, I mean move in with me.