Jaune Arc

Jaune pressed his hands to his mouth, hoping to fight off the surge of nausea threatening to overtake him. He'd never done well on airships before, always suffering from a bad case of motion sickness. A jolt shuddered through the ship, sending an equally jarring jolt through his stomach, causing him to bend over in desperation, stumbling to the nearest restroom.

Bursting through the door, Jaune raced to the nearest stall to experience his breakfast for the second time that day. Making his way to the sinks afterwards he rinsed his mouth out and washed his face, before staring at his reflection in the mirror, a soft glint flashing off his earlobes.

Jaune brushed the jewelry, a bronze colored "N". He'd gotten them for himself as a congratulations for somehow sneaking his way into Beacon. He'd have liked something cooler, or perhaps an "A" or a "J" for his actual initials, but this set was the cheapest. The weird old man who sold them to him even claimed that they were magic. Yea, he wasn't that dumb, thank you very much. Besides, having pinned them on their side, they looked kinda like lightning bolts, and those were always cool. Thank goodness his ears were already pierced thanks to the antics of all his sisters. Boy, had mom gotten pissed for that shenanigan.

He was interrupted from his musing by a flushing noise, quickly followed by another one of the stalls opening up, a black haired girl with a bow on top of her head and amber eyes exiting. She glanced his way once before nonchalantly washing her hands.

Jaune blinked once and took a look around.

"No urinals..." he mumbled, motion sickness temporarily forgotten, "lots of stalls..." Jaune sagged in humiliation. "This is the girls restroom isn't it?"

"Mmhmm." The girl hummed disinterestedly, drying her hands.

"Ugh." Jaune hung his head, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "You're taking this rather well."

She shrugged. "Seems pretty normal to me."

Ouch. So maybe he wasn't the manliest guy around, but c'mon, there was no need for that. "Right. It's normal for me to be in the girls bathroom...of course it is." He grumbled. "Next you'll tell me it's normal for me to peep in the girls locker room right?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it? You're asking some pretty obvious questions you know."

Jaune frowned in confusion. He'd expected some shouting by now, accusations of perversion, threats to call the cops, or SOMETHING, but this girl was treating everything as if it were normal.