Conversations: A RWBY fanfic

Chapter 1: Coco Adel on fashion

Bálor Moonlight was a lot of things in the world of Remnant: A self taught hunter, a sub sandwich fanatic, a wolf faunus, and a semi-legitimate psychopath (due to the "alleged" rumors that several people in Vacuo had been injured in battle by his "Eight Blades of Jaggerjack.") and as such Ozpin limited him to "Special Assignments" that consisted of demolishing packs of Grimm in less than savory areas. But one thing he could never call himself was somebody's boyfriend.

Now granted, it didn't help that he spent his lunch breaks by himself, headphones blasting the latest Wrestling Soup podcast, and keeping his nose buried in a comic book of some sort. In that setup he felt comfortable, safe, centered, he didn't care that the isolation was perpetuating the psychopath status.

He read his comic, laughed uproariously at his podcasts, and ate his sandwich in peace. In fact the only ones stupid enough to approach him were Team CRDL, as usual to harass him because he was a faunus, he took their barbs in good stride.

Until Russell decided to pull off his headphones violently, causing them to break as they hit the floor. Bálor himself couldn't remember much after the headphones were lost, but witnesses reported that the wolf faunus had stood up and flattened Cardin with a single punch (Only because Russell ducked.) before the rest of CRDL could get theirs several students held him back. The next thing he knew, Glynda Goodwitch was interrogating him about the incident rather viciously, even after pleading innocence he was sentenced to do maintenance work on the grounds of Beacon Academy. It was during one of these humdrum days that he had a most interesting conversation with one of the least likely people he'd known.

"Another lame conversation about pizza, just peachy." Bálor would mutter to himself as he gathered up leaf trimmings and piled them in a garbage bag, Wrestling Soup blasting in his ears as he worked tirelessly. "Two months with this stuff! Chicago style pizza, New York style pizza. Who Cares?!" He would finally pause the Podcast in frustration, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his silver hair sticky and messy from the last hour and a half of yard work, and the sun relentlessly beating down on him like a corrupt prison warden. "Honestly, Schnee Subs is where it's at." He would sigh happily as he daydreamed about once again filling out another punch card at the place, turkey club sandwiches, BLT's, the place offered everything a sub conessur like him could ask for.

Well, except for an "unlimited subs for life" option.

"The least they could do is offer some kind of Sub..eating contest or something." He would continue to think aloud on the subject of sandwiches until a loud argument snapped him out of his reverie.

"You spend too much at the clothing stores, do you really NEED that many shirts?"

"Shirts? Shirts? This is FASHION. High. End. COUTURE!"

"It's SHIRTS!"

Bálor sighed and decided to peek over the hedges and see what the racket was about, he watched as Coco Adel with a coffee in one hand and her scroll in the other was arguing with her fellow CFVY teammate Fox Alistair, who had several boxes in his arms.

"Looks like Coco went overboard on the spree, then again I'm not really one to talk. I used to bring a wagon with me when I went down to Tukson's Books." He whispered a silent prayer for the slain bookstore owner and his boarded up shop, the sound of boxes hitting the ground would be heard as Fox stormed off in a huff mumbling curses.

"Well, that was a great way to kill a few minutes." Bálor would say to himself as he hefted the leaf trimmings over his shoulder and jogged off to dispose of them in the garbage chute, as he made his way back he spied Coco struggling to try and balance the box of clothing and her coffee. He would shake his head and jog over to her, trying not to laugh as she struggled to juggle her belongings, he spied the coffee almost about to fall when he bent over to grab it quickly.

"I think a trade's in order." He said, smiling sheepishly as he pointed at the boxes, then her coffee with his free hand.

Coco would look at him curiously before lowering her sunglasses and sighing. "Aren't you the guy who slugged Russell over headphones?" The look on her face was so sour one would swear that she spent time sucking on lemons just for kicks.

"Fine by me, I've still got more trees to look after. Just figured you could use some help is all." He said bluntly, placing her coffee down near her before turning away and preparing to restart the episode of Wrestling Soup he'd been listening to.

"H-hey! Wait a minute, I-I'm sorry. Come back, I could use a hand." Coco would sigh in frustration as she tried to balance the boxes, nearly crying out as the fell through her hands.

"Got 'em!" He said as he secured the many packages in his hands, waiting for her to get her coffee before they started walking together. "Feels like you've got quite the haul here."

Coco would take a sip of her coffee before replying. "Well, ever since that Grimm attack a couple months ago I've had to go to three different stores just to keep up with the latest trends." She would glance at him, taking note of the Schnee brand headphones around his neck, the stains lining the white wife-beater he was wearing and the grass stained jeans that completed the slovenly ensemble Bálor had going for him. "Not that you would understand."

"I'll admit that you've probably got me beat when it comes to fashion." He chuckled quietly as they neared the campus steps. "But even you have to admit that no self respecting person would waste a good outfit on manual labor."

She would smile coyly at his remark, taking a decent sized swig of her coffee as they walked. "So, what would you consider a good outfit? I've always wondered how guys think when it comes to fashion."

He would hold back a laugh before grinning. "Well I can't speak for other guys, but when I'm not rocking the uniform, it's a loose Bullet Club t-shirt, black jeans and my trusty sneakers." His grin would die when she shook her head at his choice of clothing. "What? It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone."

Coco would shake her head once again as she tossed her empty coffee cup in the trash, sliding her hands in her pockets. "Fashionably inept and oblivious, and here I thought Fox was hopeless as a man." She would stop at the stairs and look at him pointedly, opening her mouth to say something but deciding against it as she took the boxes from him and headed upstairs without so much as a single word of thanks.

"And THAT is why I don't talk to people." He muttered while slipping his headphones on and setting his trusty iPod to shuffle, letting the sounds of Rammstein's "Amerika fill his ears as he made his way back outside to the trees and hedges he had to maintain.