"What. Are. You. Doing."
Weiss sets down her magazine and twists around to glare at Ruby, sitting behind her and running her fingers through the older girl's hair. Ruby just smiles and continues separating her white tresses into three separate parts.
"Your hair's really soft, Weiss," she hums, being careful not to tug too hard as she weaves a neat braid down her friend's back. "It's like it's made of kittens or something! Not that I actually think it's made of kittens or anything, that'd be kind of weird, but that would also be really cute, don't you think? Might be sort of heavy on your head too, so you've kinda got the best of both worlds, don't you?"
Weiss tries to focus on her magazine, ignoring the blush that creeps up her neck as Ruby chatters on and on. "You're being ridiculous," she says, forcing as much derision into her tone as she possibly can without being hurtful. But damn it if it isn't nice to know her hair is soft. Ha! She'd told Yang that the high-end conditioner would pay off…
"There we go! I'm done!" Ruby sits back on her heels and grins before leaning forward and resting her chin on Weiss's shoulder. "You look really good, you should keep it like that!"
She tries to keep the fact that her heart is pounding a mile a minute hidden (calm down, Weiss, be cool, you got this…) "My hair is fine the way it's always been, thank you very much. Why don't you go try braiding Blake's hair instead?"
Ruby frowns. "Hmm, I don't know, do you think she'd like that? What if I do it wrong, I got scratched by a cat once for rubbing it's fur the wrong way, and I don't think Blake would do that but at the same time…"
She stops talking. Weiss feels her face begin to burn with shame and mortification. She stands up, leaving Ruby where she sits on her bed next to the forgotten magazine, and head towards the door.
Weiss stops just as she's about to step out of the bedroom, one hand on the doorframe. She doesn't face her partner when she speaks. "Ruby."
"Huh?"
"…please don't ever change."
Weiss never slams doors behind her, but she always closes them slowly to make sure they lock tight. Ruby stares at the space after her before softly pressing her fingers against her cheek, as though to remember the feel of Weiss's lips against her skin there.
These girls give me life and if they are not canon I'm a lasagna.
Mischief Managed!