Prompt: "Your laundry got mixed up with mine somehow and now we're sitting in silence sorting underwear"
Pairing: Freezerburn

She blinked slowly to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then frowned, even going so far as to turn her head both ways to check if she really was in the right place. Unfortunately, that was indeed the laundry Weiss came by every now and then to wash her clothes, and that specific washing machine was indeed the one she had put all of her accumulated pairs of panties yesterday.

Weiss was sure she didn't have fifty-two pairs of dirty underwear, though. Which means someone got their clothes mixed up with hers.

"Fucking perfect." The girl wasn't one to swear, but it was six in the morning and she'd been having insomnia for the past two weeks. With nothing else to do, Weiss sighed heavily and grabbed all of the panties, sitting down on the closest table and starting the arduous work of sorting them out.

Two minutes later, another person barged into the laundry, their heavy footsteps approaching the place Weiss was sitting. She didn't even bother looking up, her head throbbing with the bumping sounds of dozens of washing machines turned on. The panties in her hands were more important then any sort of human contact right now.

"Um, excuse me," The person spoke, visibly nervous. Weiss fought really hard the urge to roll her eyes and tell them to leave her alone. "I think some of these are mine."

With her head still dizzy from the lack of sleep, Weiss knitted her eyebrows together, confused. Then she realized the person was probably talking about the panties. "Oh. Yes, I was just…" Finally looking up, the words got stuck on her throat. The woman addressing her was blonde and tall, built with enough muscle to make a professional wrestler jealous. The fact that she was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a sports bra didn't help with Weiss's eloquence. "…Sorting them out."

"Shit, I'm so sorry," The blonde woman ran her fingers through her massive hair and sat down across from Weiss. "I must've put mine in the same washing machine as yours last night without even checking."

"It's…" Weiss cleared her throat, suddenly very dry. "It's no problem at all."

"Let me help you out." And without an invitation, the woman just started grabbing random pairs of panties here and there. Weiss's usual crankiness completely disappeared and she just nodded, afraid of making an even more fool of herself if other words came out of her mouth. They stood there, sorting out panties for a solid five minutes before the woman decided to speak again.

"Well, this is embarrassing." She giggled, her hand fetching a pair of pink panties with 'LOVE BEAST' written in the back. Weiss almost choked on her spit. "Before you ask, this is not mine—" The woman then stopped on her tracks, reconsidering. "Actually, the fact that I have someone else's panties on my laundry is probably worse, huh?"

"Not really," Weiss managed to speak after making sure her face wasn't going to explode from redness. "…I mean, some of these are not mine, either."

"Oh, good. This makes everything a hundred times less awkward," The woman then looked at Weiss and smiled. "I'm Yang, by the way. I'm still very sorry about this mess."

"Weiss." She stole a glance at the blonde, blushing again when she caught a glimpse of her blinding smile. "And it's really no big deal."

"Weiss…" Yang said, as if tasting how the name sounded on her lips. "Do you live in the building next door? I don't think I've ever seen you around."

"I do. I normally work from night till dawn and sleep the rest of the day, so I hardly meet anyone in the way."

"Gotcha," Yang folded another pair of panties. "So I assume you just got back from work?"

"I'm on a break, actually," Weiss had no idea why she was answering all of those questions about her life to a random stranger, but Yang seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. "I'm just having a hard time readjusting my sleeping schedule."

Yang nodded at this, then stood quiet again.

Oh no, did she make things awkward? Wait, why was she even worried about that in the first place? Weiss really wished they finished the whole panties business soon; the lack of social interaction for the past few months was starting to show.

"Aww, these are cute!" Yang once again spoke up, holding a yellow thong in hands. Weiss immediately confiscated it.

"Not mine!" She said as fast as she could. Yang's shoulders just trembled as she laughed out loud, and Weiss thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest – not really because of the thong, but because of how melodious the sound coming from the other girl was.

"Hey, don't worry! I don't judge," Looking sideways to make sure they were safe (even though no one walked in the laundry since they started sorting out the panties), Yang started searching for something in the pile. "Here!" Apparently finding what she wanted, her hands resurfaced with a pair of black lace lingerie. "I got my share of kink."

"I'm not— these aren't—" Weiss was sure the roots of her hair were velvet at this point. "Oh, whatever!"

Yang laughed again, putting both hands in the air. "I'm sorry. I'll stop teasing."

Please don't, said a secret part of Weiss's brain, but she simply grunted and resumed her task. No one said a thing for a long time, and Weiss was almost done separating her clothes. She knew she was stalling; for some reason she wanted an excuse to spend a little bit of more time with the blonde. But thinking of something to say to break the ice wasn't easy when you've been away from the diurnal world for eight months now. "So, do you… live in the building next door as well?"

Very smooth, Schnee.

"Yeah!" Yang looked happy with the attempt. "4th floor, 402. It's just me and my sister, Ruby. She's completely knocked out, though, it's way too early for her to function as a human being."

"So what are you doing awake?"

"My shift starts in two hours, and I had no panties." Yang grinned, and Weiss was convinced.

"Fair enough," Then it clicked. "Wait, 402? I live at 404."

"Wha- really? Wow, we're neighbors!" Yang grabbed a pair of yellow boxers that had 'HOT DAMN' written all over it. "It's a small world."

Weiss couldn't suppress her laugh this time, and snorted. "Not yours again?"

"Oh, no, this one's totally mine." Yang smirked sensually and if Weiss still had a tiny amount of dignity that morning, it completely vanished after her next sentence.

"Well, it's accurate."

There was a mortifying silence that followed, the only sounds coming from the washing machines that were still working. In a heartbeat, Weiss found the last of her laundry and grabbed it, then hugged all of her panties and stood up. "I need to go."

"My shift ends at six, wanna grab some dinner after that?" Yang said getting up, rapid-fire.

"Yes, you can knock on my door and I'll wake up." Weiss managed as she walked away in quick steps, refusing to look back. "See you."

"See ya!"

And with that, the laundry door opened and Weiss was out of there. Yang sat back down, a smile plastered on her face and black lace lingerie in one hand.