Yang walked into the classroom.
Her head was spinning and she saw her chair and just thought it was fantastic, it had four legs and a seat and all the things a chair needed. Yang walked over to it, wow it was made of wood too, she got down on her knees and hugged the chair, she ran his hands along its surface and felt the ripples in the wood, wow so cool. Yang kept massaging the chair.
"Ahem," Professor Port looked mad about something, and Yang hadn't the slightest clue what it could be. Yang looked around for the first time, whoa, her team had like colors and stuff, Blake was trying to whisper something to her in tight syllables and was gesturing to Yang's chair, but Yang couldn't quite make out what she was saying.
Yang finally decided climbing onto the chair might be a good idea, but she couldn't seem to stay up straight, she kept falling in a direction, the direction could be forward, to the side, forward right, forward left, or backward left or backward right. Yang's eyes kept looking at different things, like Professor Port didn't have lips, or Blake had some underrated breasts just because Yang hung around her all the time, or if Jaune slept with her sister it would be like a Freshman and a Senior fucking. Yang's mind kept wandering until Blake shook her shoulder, Yang's lazy gaze shifted to Blake's confused, questioning amber eyes.
"Yo," Yang's first word slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it and Blake still looked confused. "What did you do Yang, like, why are you like this right now?" Blake was an innocent little girl, ignore all the terrorist stuff, and Yang wrapped her arms around Blake and relaxed into her lap,"You know Blake, I really like the THC Dust Weiss got." "For fucks sake Yang."