Oh this is just rich, absolutely rich. I find a lot of joy in stories where Jaune ends up taking a different occupation, either cause of it's slice-of-life feel or humorous interactions. This is going to be devoted to one-shots (which may or may not be connected) as we follow Arc through his many jobs. Guy is essentially a male Barbie with the amount of jobs he's had.

Moira was having a dull day at work again, all she has to do is sit at the frontdesk and tell people when it's time to get their teeth cleaned. This dullness was interrupted by a rather... flamboyantly dressed man in a bowler hat dragging in a girl with a pink/white/brown color scheme. She seemed to be crying in pain given her expressions yet no sound came from her, the man was having none of that as he pulled her to the frontdesk.

"On- I swear to Oum Neo! If you don't stop no more ice cream for a week!"

This caused the girl to stop, kicking his shin but nonetheless cooperating. The ginger sucked his teeth but kept a cool demeanor, I am so kicking a henchman in the balls for this. "I believe we have an appointment for today? Should be under Neo Napoli?"

Neo rolled her eyes, which Moira could've sworn changed color. "Um, yes, the doctor is still with a patient at the mo-"

The door next to her opened, out coming a few familiar faces to both Neo and the redhead.

"Come on, uncle..." Malachite had his left arm, while Militia had his right. Junior had a mouthful of cotton as he was led out, still reeling from the laughing gas. He turned to see Neo and Roman, giving a wave and a goofy smile.

"Hweerf Rowmen!"

Torchwick turned to the twins, raising an eyebrow. "Blonde chick knocked a tooth out, doc fixed him up, he's gonna be... loopy for awhile." Militia replied, or was it Malachite? Oum, he could never get it right. "Let's go, club won't run itself." The other twin pulled a bit harder on his arm, nearly causing Junior to trip as they took him away. Roman scratched his head, "Um, I guess it's our turn?"

The receptionist nodded, leaning back and yelling, "Dr. Arc!"

A blonde who looked to be a bit young to be running a business, let alone have a medical license, walked out. "I take it this is Niya?" He gave a warm smile, not seeing that the girl had her tongue out. Her 'father' next to her sighed, "Yeah, yeah, can we make this quick? She's been more of a pain in my ass than usual."

"It really wise to use that kinda language around someone so young?" Jaune held out his hand for Neo who begrudginly accepted, least he was cute. Roman followed, about to light a cigar before seeing the no-smoking sign. Yep... Gonna be a long day.

It took most of the laughing gas they had to finally get Neo into the seat, the establishment now looking more like a warzone than a place of dentistry. She gave the same goofy smile Junior had on his way out, constantly reaching for Jaune's hair as he went to work.

"Hmmm, a couple of stained teeth... Four cavities... One rotting tooth... What did you say her diet was?"

"Ice cream."

"And what else?"

"Ice cream."

The redhead didn't even look up from the magazine he was reading, for all he cared his job was done as he managed to get Neo here. Jaune shook his head, "Damn.. kids these days, you need to start taking care of yourself." He booped her nose, earning a boop back. "Now, I'm gonna need to remove the tooth and fill those cavities... If it hurts, just grip the chair."

She nodded, opening her mouth and closing her eyes.

Jaune reached for a pair of pliers and started to pull. Earning a sharp kick to the gut, "Fuck!" the blonde pulled harder in response. Good news, the tooth was out. Bad news, the laughing gas was starting to wear off. Neo's smile faded, twitching as she imagined what she could do to make him suffer.

"Alright.. before I give you some more happy juice... How about I get you a nice ice cream flavor toothpaste to use?"

She nodded, giving a pout as she let him continue. Every now and then trying to bite his fingers.

Once it was all said and done, Jaune looked like he needed to go to the ICU but Neo once again had a spotless smile. The ginger passed him a few extra lien, "That should cover the hospital costs, you're on your own with the rest." He patted his back and left, following the skipping girl out the door.

The Arc collapsed into the chair once occupied by her, "I hate my job..."

Feel free to suggest what other oddjobs this guy should do.