It wasn't every day Jaune was allowed to leave Beacon, and when he did, he returned shackled and laughing like a madman.
"I don't think beating his face in was enough." He currently sat across from Velvet Scarletina, a friend of his, reading a newspaper and enjoying a cupof fresh coffee. It surprised her just how calm he was being around her. In fact, he was being extra nice to her. It was somewhat unnerving.
"I-I don't think hurting him was necessary." He lowered the paper and looked at her, frowning.
"Well why not? The man was harassing you! Nobody should do that to a lady." He kept his concerned frown, feeling a sense of victory when her face exploded in a bright blush. She was just so adorable when she struggled to compose herself. That stopped when a loud clang, and the feeling of something impacting the back of his head, caught his attention.
Slowly, he reached back and felt where he was hit. His eyes widdened with the look of a madman as he brought his hand back to see it. Blood.
He looked at Velvet and relaxed, smiling kindly at her before folding the paper and taking a sip of his coffee. He still held onto the very hot mug.
"Excuse me for a moment, love." He suddenly burst from his seat and spun around, smashing the cup against the face of his assailant. The coffee burnt him, making him screech. Anger burned up within Jaune as he saw a swastika on the mans neck.
"You fuckin' CUNT!!" He began stomping down on the man, not stopping until he blacked out.
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Flipping through the paper, he ignored the piercing glare of Goodwitch, and the very stern look of Ozpin.
His aura managed to heal him, but stitches were needed. He didn't mind however, and happily shaved off all of his hair.
"You two keep staring. It's getting annoying." Ozpin sighed in defeat, setting his mug down.
"Mr. Arc, you hospitalized a civilian. You must be aware of how serious of a situation that is, especially the image you're giving this school." Jaune folded the papers, and rolled them up.
"And your point is?" He raised his eyebrows, clearly uninterested. Ozpin's brows furrowed, his anger growing ever so slightly.
"My point is, Mr. Arc, if you keep this behavior up, you'll land yourself in deep trouble, and we won't be there to help."
Jaune pursed his lips and looked up as if he was thinking, not taking to long to respond.
"That's funny. I don't remember you ever being anywhere for anybody when they needed you." Ozpin's eyed widdened. "I'm not stupid, you fucking cunt. I know your history and all that shit. So you and you little dominatrix can FUCK OFF!!"
Jaune stood and leaned over the desk, spitting in Ozpin's coffee before standing up and immedietly changing his attitude with a polite smile.
"Have a good day sir!" He walked out of the office and into the elevator with a skip in his step.