Knocks from beyond the door of the room echo through the silent space surrounding the pale girl, sitting quietly at her desk fumbling with her fingers, lost in her thoughts. "My lady, you have a visitor." the butler's voice brought her to her senses as his footsteps left her guest alone at the door. It wasn't normal for him to allow a guest to her door, as strictly instructed by the heiress.
"Weiss?" a familiar voice quivers from behind the door followed by another knock. Weiss stumbles to her feet at a loss of what to do in her current state. The jingle of the door handle freezes her stiff as she waits for it to stop. "Weiss, I know you're in there. I can hear you, you know." The voice sighs.
Weiss attempts to calm her heartbeat as she slowly makes her way to the door one step at a time, holding her palms out to feel her surroundings using her friend's voice as a guide who was calling out for her to open the door. She slides her hands along the chiselled frame to find the handle and unlocks the door. She takes a step back as it twists and allows the door to swing open revealing her taller and composed friend, her monochrome styled suit paired with black high laced heel boots and raven hair in a neat high ponytail sticking out like a sore thumb against the blue tint of the walls, let alone Weiss' get up of grey pyjama pants with a petal patterned blue and white shirt, her hair let down messily as if she had just woken up from a much needed afternoon nap she couldn't indulge in. She looks down to the floor, unable to hide the sadness written on her face.
After an unbearable silence between the two that seemed like it had lasted minutes, Weiss mutters out, "Hey, Blake." The bow on the faunus' head ruffles with the twitch of her ear which she kept hidden from the rest of Weiss' family. A shape inhale comes from her as she raises her hands towards her friend, resting them loosely on her shoulders.
Underneath Blake's grasp, the heiress is trembling. It had been so long of mourning alone. The lack of dialogue exchanged hurts them equally. Weiss' arms, which had been hanging by her sides, gripped onto Blake's own. "I can't," she whispers, closing her eyes to suppress tears from spilling. She doesn't even know what she was going to say. Neither did she know what those words even meant, whether it be for general reasoning or not. The desperation to fill the air was strong, a boulder to their hearts which thrashed around in their chests with no mercy.
"I'm... I'm sorry." She chokes on her words, tightening her eyes shut with her grip on her friend's arms, attempting to close the endless spill of tears that escaped. Her breath is lost in her throat, the need to gasp for more air burning in her chest.
Conflicted, Blake wraps her arms around her friend. Weiss quickly reciprocates, holding herself close to her and hiccuping through her sobs. Blake strokes her hair, a gesture learnt from her mom and done with as much care as her hands could hold. It hurt to see her childhood friend act so out of character. "It will be okay," was all she could say, reassuringly, "It will all be okay."
The pace of their breathing had overtime calmed down, though they don't let go of each other. They stand in a silence that they both feel no obligation to interrupt. Comfort runs through their bodies in each other's embrace, glad at the tension that slowly died down but was still lingering around in the air.
The time they hadn't seen each other typically spanned from a few days to months at a time, yet when they saw each other once more it was almost as if the lost time never existed and they had been by each other's side the whole time. The 'Future successful business partners' as others had constantly reported their outings together. The faunus spent her time travelling to promote her organisation to rival the brutality of the White Fang. Weiss supported her from afar, being a Schnee making her attempts problematic under her father's gaze.
This time, however, was different. Blake's departure was timed so poorly, it almost seemed like a joke. Weiss spent four months alone. Granted, Klein was around to comfort her and did the odd jobs that a person would normally be able to do alone, but Weiss had no motivation nor will power to learn her way around her problems at those moments. A certain sense of helplessness that was unusual to the girl had been at the forefront of her mind. Whitley came around her room a few times a week, at first to ridicule his older sister, though he developed concern for the normally headstrong girl that was stuck to her desk and could barely go between there and her bed without assistance. Winter could visit once every few weeks, and while her visits lifted Weiss' spirits, she was left feeling more alone than ever once she was gone.
Blake tightens her grip around her friend, reminding her of her presence in current time. She lifts her up and carried her further into the room, closing the door behind them and turning the lock. "Blake," Weiss mumbles into her neck, tone scratching the surface of panic. She coils her legs around her friend for more support for being suspended in the air. She continues to bury her face into the faunus, "What am I supposed to do?" The sinking feeling didn't sit well in Blake's stomach, grinding the earlier comfort to an unimaginable place far away. Carefully lowering her to the floor as the heiress unravels her feet around her friend, Blake holds a hand near her face, gentle with her touch. Weiss' flinching at the surprise contact had startled the faunus before she completely cups her cheek, wiping a tear with her thumb.
Blake dejectedly sighs, "I don't know." Her hand falls to her side, ears folding back against her ribbon. She stares at the wall, unable to look her friend in the face knowing she wouldn't have noticed anyway. Weiss stares towards Blake's feet out of shame. She took steady steps backwards unsure of where she was or where she was going, fully expecting to hit something in the process.
Blake wanted the best for Weiss', naturally, yet she didn't want to force her to do something she wasn't comfortable with. "What-... What do you want to do?" She couldn't help but stutter over her words, watching the heiress nod as if realising something. A gasp escapes her lips as she planted her feet firmly on the floor and held her head in her hands. Shallow breaths fill the silence as Blake awaited her answer. She thought she would never hear a response, but as she started to ponder her next questions a mumble had reached her ears.
"The company..." was all she said. Her arms were crossed over her stomach as her face reflected her thoughts of determination, despite the lack of incentive to do much.
Blake watched her, partly in disbelief that her family industry was still in her thoughts. After the terror she had to witness, and the loss of not being able to 'witness' anything like she used to, it was hard to believe that her predominant thoughts weren't more sinister.
Not that the suited girl argued though. She knew more than anyone that Weiss was stubborn, or rather determined. The company was her goal, disability being a mere obstacle for her. "That's what I want to do." She continues, a firm voice instilled when she sensed doubt in the other from her silence. Blake's ears perked up as she couldn't help but smile at the sliver of familiar behaviour, reassuring her that her friend was still here.
"I know." A pleasant kick in her voice surprised the two, though they both smiled. "If that's what you want to do then do it." Repeated words from childhood, yet the meaning of these words were changed by the soft tone Blake presented it with. Weiss was content with the reply, knowing that she'd be supported through her decisions.
The two stood in the comfort of silence, enjoying each others company. A moment short lived as Blake began to mull over her friend's situation, "Weiss." Working blind was one thing, possible to some degree at least. On the other hand, socialising would be an issue, something she rarely ever did, to begin with. Worry settled into her while thinking of a solution.
"Yeah?" Replying almost naively, her smile unwavering as she's unaware of her friend's concern.
"What will you do in your spare time now?" Genuine concern overlapping her thoughts. Weiss frowns at the question and simply blinks, almost offended.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest, "I won't have any. I'll be working," is what she'd like to believe, but no progress has been made on any of her reports she had received to look over. Whenever her brother passed by to check on her, he had realised that she neither made no advancements nor had the motivation to. Her face spoke more than her words.
"And when I'm not I have you, and Pyrrha. What else do I need?" Her confidence is lost as she lowers her shoulders at her next thought, "I don't think I would survive in the social world anyways. Especially not now." Blake could tell the sugar coating was packed heavy on top of her thoughts. She could tell the real from the fake. What those words were really meant was, How could someone want to be friends with me.
The pain from earlier settled deep in her chest again. Blake had no idea what to do. There was no handbook she's read about taking care of a friend who's gone blind. Nothing to guide her out of this negative mindset. "That's not true," she took steps forward, half replying to Weiss' words, half replying to the truth she meant to speak, "You'll be fine. It will work."
Hesitation runs through her mind. Despite her resolve to help her friend, there wasn't much that could help the situation. She knew that all too well. The stress quivered in her voice. Either Weiss didn't notice or she didn't acknowledge it. A small smile appeared on her face, appreciating the effort.
The room falls uncomfortable in the silence once again. This was abnormal for the two. They needed to unwind, Blake thought. "Why don't we go out and take our mind off things? I'll ask Pyrrha if she can come along," the faunus suggests. The heiress seemed to think over it for longer than she anticipated. Fearing that it wasn't the right thing to ask, she attempts to backtrack, "Or we don-" interrupted, Blake's ears perk up.
"Okay. Why not," the smile on the girl grew, "I haven't left the house in a while." Blake nods in pleasure, knowing that she was doing this in the company of her and possibly Pyrrha. Weiss turns on her feet, lost in the middle of the open space of her room. "We... still are in my room right?" The concern on her face made Blake release a small chuckle.
"Haha, yes, yes we are." She coos to her friend who's deadpan expression to the response made her snort in amusement. "Let's go before the sun starts to set." Weiss rolls her eyes, a smile slowly finding its way to her lips.
"Fine."
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"I'm sorry. This was very last minute." Running towards the two from the carpark was Pyrrha, waving to them with a guilty smile. Weiss couldn't help but notice the heels she was wearing as they clacked along the cobblestone ground. The two laughed off the apology, Blake speaking for her and her friend.
"Don't worry about it. Thanks for coming." The kindhearted girl sighs in relief, averting her attention to Weiss who has a hand on Blake's bent elbow and the other holding her makeshift walking stick, Myrtenaster, at her stomach, tip barely touching the ground. She found no reason to purchase a walking stick when her rapier was perfectly capable of performing such tasks, despite her father's request for a 'more proper' way to navigate the city. The weapon at hand was also a bonus, despite the lack of her full ability to use it.
"So, how have you been, Weiss?" The heiress fully expected the question as it became a chore to answer, but she smiled and shrugged it off. No use to get angry over someone who simply cares for her.
"I'm managing myself just fine," a half-truth, the other half being her constant dependence on others which contrasted her usual nature. The number of times her butler, Klein, came by her room for a mundane task was embarrassing, to say the least. Her even leaving her room was a rare occurrence saved for the trips to the bathroom.
And although she couldn't see, Weiss felt she might have looked the part as well. She wore her hair in her trademark high ponytail done up to the side of her head. Her frilled baby blue shirt was tucked under a pair of navy blue dress pants that ran short for her legs. The belt wrapped around her waist accentuated her hour-glass figure, complete with a pair of icy white heeled boots which barely covered her ankles. The look was styled with a combination of preferences from the monochrome pair.
"That's good. I wish I could visit you more, but my schedule really is a pain to work with" she chuckles nervously, "I had to do quite a bit of rescheduling to be here." Weiss smiled as her assumption of Pyrrha being in her typical formal maroon wardrobe was proven. She wears a pair of matching blazer and tight skirt ending above her knees of similar color overtop a white dress shirt and short tie to bring the suit together. Dark stockings guarded her legs as it wore black heeled shoes that covered the toes.
"Thank you, Pyrrha. I mean it." Her words were genuine as she shifted her weight to her side. It had been too long since their last get together, so knowing that they could spend some time together, no matter how minimal, always brought peace to the three.
Blake looked between the two as they greeted each other. "Well, since we're here, why don't we enjoy our time while we can," After earning approval, she and Pyrrha scan the plaza for a nearby restaurant or cafe to sit. "How about there? It looks popular." The red head's hair, done in a high ponytail similar to Blake's swayed as her gaze followed the faunus' own to a cafe of elegance. The exterior was done with a clean brown hue topped with white pattern swirls. Curved chairs lined the front of the store against rounded tables leaving a path to the glass doors of the cafe.
"Looks nice." Pyrrha chimes in, exchanging an anxious glance with Blake as they rethink their words. Weiss feels the faunus' arm tense in her grasp. The heiress couldn't help the sinking feeling, knowing that they were conscious of what they said around her.
"Jeez, you two," she scoffs with an over-exaggerated tone, lifting her shoulders back, "it sure does sound nice," a smirk spread across her face as the two felt the distress over their comments disappear. "You don't have to worry about those sorts of things. I don't mind. No point in changing how you speak just because I'm here." She reassures them, holding onto a part of her that is somewhat envious. She can't help but be reminded of the world around her and how her perspective of it had drastically changed.
The two breathe in relief, their fears lifted. Blake lightly tugs at her arm, "Let's go then."
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The interior had matched the reputation received from the outside. There weren't too many tables to sit at, though there wasn't a lack of empty chairs. The crisp color soothing against the eyes with a vanilla scent floating through the air. At the front of the store where the cashier was placed was beside a glass display showcasing cakes and sweets, their aromas filling the room, were freshly made from the kitchen out the back of the cafe. Upon entering and order the beverages, the trio scout a table for four in the corner of the cafe.
Weiss made her way to the far corner of the room and took her seat, Pyrrha following to sit close to her. Blake positioned herself across from the two, ready to move to pick up their drinks. "So you've been working ever since?" Blake rests her chin on her palm, turning her head in curiosity. Pyrrha looks down at the table, audibly sighing.
"Yes, a lot of paperwork and control needed to be handled with. I didn't have much time to mourn either..." She turns her head to the side, the shuffle of her hands rubbing against each other nervously indicating her guilt. While Blake wasn't around to witness the immediate after effect, Pyrrha was and had she the chance would have been by Weiss side supporting her the whole time. As the CEO of the Nikos Clinic, she was drowning in paperwork and the sudden spike in patients that was under her clinics' care. One of these clinics also held the heiress as she recovered. Though no matter how much work she managed to complete, there always seemed to be more. In the little amounts of spare time she did miraculously have, she spent time with Jaune, a high school friend who stood beside Weiss in the disaster and took the bulk of the damage for her and is still in recovery.
Weiss taps the table to steal her attention and speaks softly, "Hey, it's okay. You have time now that most things have been dealt with." Pyrrha narrows her eyes, almost wanting to deny the thought, but smiles and didn't want to stress over what had been done.
"You're right," a small laugh escapes her lips, "thank you, Weiss."
"Blake! Order for Blake!" The barista calls from the counter. Her and Pyrrha stand to retrieve their drinks.
"We will be right back," Blake says in an almost motherly voice. Whether it was just how she'd grown or if it was for Weiss' sake is a mystery. It may have even been a part of her from the start that she never noticed. The two of them were both mature, and the heiress never had a real mother figure. All she had was Winter, fitting more as a role model than a mother figure. She could only imagine her friend's behaviour was similar to the care of a mother.
"Of course." She nods back smiling. The two make their way to the counter, exchanging words on how Weiss is doing after losing her sight and other details Blake had yet to know.
Pyrrha picks up three cup lids from the stacking and handed two of them to her friend. A familiar voice steals Blake's attention away from the exposed drinks in front of her.
"Hey, Blake~. How's it yanging?" The tall blonde comically smiled at the faunus', snapping finger guns and a wink at her earning an eye roll in return. She shifts her weight to a leg and folds her arms on top of her chest with a playful chuckle, "I haven't seen you since graduation. You doing alright?"
"I'm okay, considering everything that's happened." Warmly smiling, she secures the caps over her tea and Weiss' coffee before picking them up at the cardboard wrapped around it as to not burn her hands. The busty woman, Blake's high school best friend, notices the red-haired girl standing awkwardly behind her mirroring her actions to her own cup.
"Oh, hey there. Pyrrha, right? From Blake's 18th. I'm Yang." She smiles cheerfully, pointing a thumb to herself, a hand now on her hip. Pyrrha giggles with a hand to her mouth at the memory. Her, Blake and Weiss weren't necessarily school friends, but more friends for their wealth. Granted, Weiss and Blake's friendship started off rocky, and Weiss' family is yet to find out about the appendages hidden beneath the bow on her head, but with the help of Pyrrha's friendly nature, they made for a good trio.
When Blake mentioned inviting a friend from high school, the two were suspicious. More so Weiss than Pyrrha, as she had invited her own high school friend to the party. They were more or less surprised by the personality of said friend, which completely contrasted Blake's quiet and reserved character. "Yes, Yang. I remember you. You're the one who somehow convinced many of the rich and pristine teenagers to dance like there was no tomorrow, but you got so drunk that you had to be dragged out by your sister." Blake laughed at the thought of stuck up rich kids dancing willy-nilly upon some random 'commoners' request.
Yang rubs the back of her neck with her metallic arm, embarrassed. "Those were the days, huh," she sighs, soon picking up her animated attitude again. "Speaking of my sister," she turns around to the smaller girl behind her with red highlights running through her short black hair, "this is Ruby, my little sister." She rests a hand on Ruby's shoulder who waves to the pair with a cheery smile, similar to Yang's own. Styled in a more indoor casual look was a red short-sleeved sweater layered over a light cream colored long sleeve shirt.
The two didn't seem too similar to each other, many would assume they weren't even related. Despite being half-sisters, their love for each other very much reflected the relationship between close siblings. Blake recognises the red hooded cape drooped over her shoulders, identical to the one worn by the girl that had dragged Yang out of her house when things started to get too heated between her and Blake's other faunus friend. "Hi, Ruby, it's nice to meet you again."
"Order for Yang!" Interrupted in their conversation again, the barista hands Yang her two milkshakes and a cookie. Yang winks at him with a smirk and thanks him, leaving him flustered. She seemed to have that sort of effect on everyone she came into contact with and willingly played with her luck.
She turns back to the girls asking, "What are you two doing here anyway?" She hands her sister one of the shakes and the cookie when she wouldn't stop tugging at her sister's sleeve impatiently. The childish girl inserts the straw she had ready and without hesitation, takes a large sip of the seemingly sugary shake. She starts to devour the cookie, Yang fearing she'd want another one soon after finishing it. A lone white side ponytail steals her attention in the corner of the small cafe.
"We needed some time away from work," Blake answered the question, following her gaze to the heiress sitting at the table lost in thought, "and she needed a pick me up." Yang recognised the girl's trademark hairstyle immediately, not that many people had white hair to begin with. "Care to join us?" She offered, to which the two obliged more than happy with a nod.
Yang smirked with a thought and pat Ruby on the shoulder "Wanna say hi, Rubes?" The girl seemed lost in a trance, staring at the heiress. Hearing those's words made her ecstatic, nodding her head eagerly. After gaining approval from her sister, she skipped on over to the girl. Yang watched her sister bounce to over to the more casually dressed girl before turning back to her old friend, "A pick me up, huh. Did somethin' happen?"
The two grow tense, exchanging glances. She can't help but feel she's overstepped a boundary. They hesitate in their thoughts. Pyrrha gains the courage to speak up first, "Well, she lost her sight a few months ago, and she isn't recovering so well." Yang pauses completely with wide eyes. "We're here to cheer- ."
"She's... she's blind?" The words came out as a whisper, the pair becoming weary of her reaction. Weiss already had a hard time being a Schnee, as her father's reputation isn't one she's proud of. Being disabled only fuelled the discrimination she had to endure, whether she dealt with or without care was debatable. But in recent times, and on her first outing being legally blind, her reaction was unknown. And so were her boundaries. Even Blake and Pyrrha, who have seen all sides of her personality, are in the dark of how she's feeling.
Yang looks to Weiss, her sister seemingly attempting to converse. "Oh no," she said in a breathy whisper. Without warning, she rushes to Ruby's side.
"Yang?" Blake asks, fearing the worst as she followed close behind with Pyrrha.
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Concentrating on her thoughts while zoning out to the chatter in the cafe lets her think about her future. Weiss taps on her arm deep in thought, her eyelids flinch as bursts of cool air pass her face. Leaning over the side of the table was Ruby, who had been smiling at her while she stared off into nothing, but started to wave her hand in front of the heiress' face. After no response she ponders in thought, wondering if she's being ignored.
She sets her milkshake down onto the table. "Blake?" Her voice startles Ruby as she hums in confusion and taps her on the shoulder. The white-haired girl's blue eyes widen at the contact, knowing that both Blake and Pyrrha would never scare her in such a way and are capable of using their voice to alert her of their presence. She became defensive, reaching for Myrtenaster despite knowing she wouldn't be able to do much. "Who are you?" she asked, in more of a demanding voice than anything. The reply she earned went against her suspicion, Ruby whimpered at the tone. Weiss could only ponder over what she could hear. There was no ill intention, yet they weren't saying anything, nor were they addressing themselves?
"I'm sorry." Someone interrupts in a panic. "If I had known you were blind, I would have stopped her." Ruby, being the girl in question, mumbles while looking between the two, stumbling backwards as she seemed to realised the circumstances she was in, and more importantly, what she had done to the heiress.
Weiss has had many different responses to her being blind, ranging from a disappointed disgust in her minimalised capabilities to a casual acceptance and continuing on as if all was normal. While this response, in particular, wasn't out of the ordinary, she couldn't wrap her head around the lack of verbal exchange. One would normally say a simple 'Hey, are you blind or something?' or 'Sorry to startle you, I'm…' but this conversation was almost one-sided.
Weiss deduced that she might have been deaf and couldn't hear her, only reacting to her facial expression, but was proven otherwise once the childish girl's sister told her, "She can't see you, Ruby." An audible pout was heard when she clasped her hands around Weiss' own, pulling it away from her and forcing the fingers to curl into its palm. After the attempted apology she had done with the little sign language she knew, the hooded girl was at loss of what to do and resorted to repeating the motions with the blind's own hands.
Weiss was almost speechless at the gesture. While she had now known that Ruby's intentions were not necessarily malicious, she was still cautious of the non-consensual intimacy of this action. Not only that, she had no idea what the girl wants from her exactly. As a reflex, Weiss attempts to shake her hand away, blurting out, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" and feels the soft hands wrapped around hers recoil away.
A hearty laugh bellows from the chest of the girl who interrupted the scene earlier. "She's trying to say sorry to you" After the clarification, Ruby lets her hand fall and droops her shoulders in defeat whimpering. She pouts looking up to the white-haired girl with puppy dog eyes, hoping for some forgiveness. Yang notices her expression and laughs at her socially awkward sister. "She still can't see you." She groans in defeat, pouncing and wrapping her arms around her sister's waist.
The clacking of high heels interrupt them, "Yang, what's going on?" Blake, confused by the scene has concern laced through her tone. Hearing her voice loosens Weiss' tension, though she's still on edge at the childish girl's behaviour.
There were many questions running through the heiress' mind, the main being 'What does me being blind have to do with her not communicating with me?' Though she's still confused as to why her hand had to be forced into a ball. Still being unaware of her surroundings, her first assumption was that a child was trying to talk to her but the size of Ruby's hands around hers were much bigger than a child's would be. Thinking over the events that had just taken place, she could only assume that Ruby was trying to use her hands to communicate something across to her.
Yang rubs the back of her head, a nervous chuckle escaping her awkward demeanour, "Well if I had known you were blind, I would have stopped my sister from trying to talk to you." The three friends seemed to question the intention behind stopping her or the need to. As if reading their minds, the blonde answers "She relies on sight to talk to people." It took a bit to process what she meant, piecing their actions together.
Pyrrha, who has a hand to her chin in thought, asserted in realisation, "Oh, so, she's mute." Blake and Weiss, after pondering the conclusion, agreed. Ruby lifts her head off her sister's chest and gasps out an e vowel, pointing at Pyrrha with a large teeth-showing grin on her face. The red-haired girl assumes she was right from the reaction, which leaves her to question, "She can talk, or rather, make noises?"
A playful scoff escapes Yang's lips. She leans back in her stance, resting an arm around her little sister who is still attached to her side. "Yeah, that's just a stereotype. She can still make sounds, she just can't speak words." Ruby huffs in a proud manner, seemingly showing off her capabilities.
Weiss' head starts to spin as she tries to assess the situation. So much for a dramatic entrance, she supposed. "Now that that's out of the way, who's here?" Her palms hover above the table as she tries to get a grasp of her surroundings.
Blake looks back and forth between everyone, smiling at the confusion brought from her disability, and soon after feeling guilty for doing so. She points as she counted, "Well there's me, Pyrrha, Yang, and her sister, Ruby." Weiss lets out the breath she was unknowingly holding. The unknown had always scared her. Her loss of eyesight only enhanced this fear.
The faunus notices the heiress' relief, "I guess we are having a bit of a catch-up. Do you remember Yang?" Reminiscing over the name that had engraved itself into her mind, she rolls her eyes.
"You mean the Ping Pong Chimpanzee?" The fireball smirked at her response, "How could I forget her." Yang was amused by the title, her sister snickering with no attempt to hide it. Weiss continued on with a sigh at the behaviour she recalled, "She drank shots like they were the only thing keeping her alive."
The supposed chimp huffed with a hand on her hip, "Hey, if anything, I made that party more lively." The standing four, knowing the comfort of their conversation and company started to settle, took their seats, Ruby pulling a spare from a couple not too far away.
Pyrrha wrapped her hands around her cup, thumbing the rim of the cap almost nervously, "I have to admit, that was probably the best party I've been to since I was a little girl." She took a sip of her coffee smiling. Blake placed the coffee in front of Weiss and tapped the lid, glancing at her content expression.
When remembering back to the party, the faunus had branched off to a different approach of having a good time compared to the previous years of her life. After meeting Yang, who she had described to Weiss and Pyrrha as 'confident yet kind', she instantly became curious about her demeanour almost instinctually. Yang, being a naturally open person, had gladly accepted Blake's intimacy and curiosity to her personality, not caring for her prestigious title. It was especially the latter fact that Blake found interesting, knowing from their outings that her home life wasn't as luxurious. With that in mind, she invited the fireball of a character to the function, partly out of impulsive desires.
Her main stress at the time was whether or not her childhood friends and best friend from high school would accept each other. "What about you, Weiss? Didn't enjoy it so much, did you?" The heiress scoffed at the comment, sliding her hand around the table for the cup after hearing the tap of its lid.
She disagreed with the character Blake had brought from a lifestyle unfamiliar to hers, and though she liked order in her day to day life, the spontaneity of Yang's presence was a new light on her normally programmed life. "I wasn't fond of the idea, but it was fun to watch." It made her uncomfortable to see others throw themselves into situations they haven't planned out yet. Wrapping her fingers around the cup, she tilted her head to the side with a sweet, genuine smile forming across her lips.
Yang shoves her sister's shoulder with the back of her mechanical hand "See, sis, even the Ice Queen liked it," she cackles, the nickname being a throwback to when the girl had outwardly stated her disapproval for the kindhearted soul that had lacked influence over her sister. Weiss had no feelings against the nickname, therefore not caring to pursue its death.
Ruby rubbed her forehead, thumb circling over her temple. As a result of drinking more than what the human body should probably be capable of ingesting, the socially awkward sister had to drag the fireball with her arms wrapped her waist in a chain-like grip. The smaller girl had struggled under the thrashing and kicking coming from the brawler, slurring her threats across the room to challenge her new-found faunus friend, who was equally intoxicated, to yet another arm wrestling match.
She was strong in both her left and right side as a result of her rigorous workout regime, though her dominant arm is now replaced with a dark metal replacement coated in bright yellow spray paint. There was no effort to hide the fact that it was in fact there.
Blake couldn't help her curiosity that seemed to grow from the moment she noticed the artificial limb and without any will to stop herself, she asks, "What's with the arm?"
"Oh, this thing?" Yang stretches the mechanical arm forward and bends the joints, gears clicking with every movement, "Lost it in an accident with the babe a while back and was sent this replacement from Sun." A silent understanding of what was being said was made as the fireball had prided herself on her motorbike, Bumblebee. It came as a surprise that her and Sun, Blake's faunus friend from the party years ago, had stayed in touch and were close enough for such a favour to be done for here. "I'm still getting used to it, but it's still as strong as ever." She rests her forearm on the table, hand hanging over the side, and eyes her sister who is staring at the heiress, subtly smiling while taking another sip of her sugary shake.
Big sister instincts kick in when seeing this, her expression softening at the mere sight. "Some things never change, Rubes." Turning to the distraction, the childish girl's eyes bore confusion at her sister, piecing the meaning behind the words after seeing the smirk grow on her face. Ruby's eyes widen, her face growing warm as she frowns at her, shaking frantically. She points to Weiss and swipes her hand into an open palm over her face, pulling it away in a closing motion and a firm "Pree-" escaping her lips.
"I can tell." Smug in her response, Yang continues on with the teasing, earning a pout from her sister. "It's okay, Rubes. It's normal to feel like that" Her tone is reassuring. She leans over to the childish girl and wraps her metal arm around her shoulders, pulling her into her embrace and roughly scrubbing her flesh hand through her hair. Ruby whimpers at the aggressive attack.
Blake coughs, reminding them of where they are and who they were with. Ruby buries her face in her hands as Yang props her chin on her hand, arm still around the girl sinking into herself. "Sorry about that. You see, back at your 18th, Ruby had her eyes set on a specific someone." She winked at her sister who began to tug at her cruel sister's shoulder, weakly repeating 'no' over and over.
Blake and Pyrrha had gotten the idea of what was being told, but she continued on, "She told me that they were really pretty and was embarrassed by me and what I did." Ruby stood to her feet, chair dragging against the floorboards when she tried to cover the fireball's mouth, whining in a way that, to Weiss, sounded similar to a small puppy. "Now that they have reunited, she's been staring at them this whole time. She just told me that they're pretty."
"Yang!" Ruby whined much to everyone's surprise, save for her sister who kept her smile bright. They sat in silence as Ruby pulled her hood over her head and covered her face from the world. A croaky groan was muffled through the fabric of her hood.
The lack of information given had made the heiress frown, suspecting she had been forgotten. She assumed her two friends understood the contents of the 'story' if one could call it that, since neither Blake nor Pyrrha had asked for any elaborations. She was left in the dark. Literally? "And may I ask who this someone is?"
She was met with silence, the surrounding patrons of the cafe filling the void. Her company shuffled around in their seats but spoke no words. The heiress started to grow impatient with every quiet second that passed. She leaned forward to rest her chin on the back of her inwardly turned hand, the other tapping the table in irritation, "Well?"
Blake sighs, turning the cup of tea in her hands, "Um... Weiss," she pauses to look at the poor girl burying her herself further into her hood, sinking lower into her seat while her sister beams at her, a hint of guilt in her eyes. The faunus' ear twitches involuntarily, "that someone... is you."
Weiss sat still, not able to process the weight behind the revelation. She mentally backtracks the conversation, making the hooded girl's outbursts more understandable. Her eyes widen, then her mouth parts attempting to say something. All eyes are on her, she could tell. She could feel it. "Oh," she barely mutters out, taking a deep breath to compose herself, "thank you?" She wasn't sure what to think. Was that a compliment or a pickup line? Was it neither of them? It didn't seem like a pickup line, judging from what she heard of her character, though it seemed to bear more meaning than a simple compliment.