There is an age-old question asked amongst huntsmen and huntresses for generations; which is sharper, the beowolf's fang or its claw? As of late Ruby Rose can say with absolute certainty that it is its teeth.

True, Oscar Pine had only just recently joined in on the whole fighting grimm for the sake of humanity thing. And while he originally had taken to it like a pro, the strength of his aura left something to be desired. It was recently tapped, but who or what no one was certain, but it certainly didn't have the same amount of strength as the rest of the experience team RNJR and Qrow.

He had endured the first swipe of the beowolf's claw just fine, but hadn't reacted in time when the thing bit right through his aura shield and his shoulder, leaving the boy a bloodied mess. Ruby had made quick work of the beast after that. Thankfully however the wound itself wasn't a deep one, and with an expert patch job done by Ren, Oscar was steadied and assisted back to his hotel room in Mistral.

Qrow carried him by his right shoulder, with Ruby carrying his stuff close behind despite the elder gentleman's insistence that she didn't have to.

"No really. You really don't have to." Qrow reminded his niece, emphasizing every syllable of every word as the three approached the doorway to Oscars room.

"He's right…" Osacr weakly muttered out "you don't have to."

"Your scar is still healing," Ruby stated at her uncle, then turning to Oscar "and you can barely stand up straight." She adjusted her hold on Oscar's bag, gripping the hilt of his cane in her first. The boy smiled thankfully as Qrow merely rolled his eyes, slamming the door open and tossing the boy onto his bed. He hissed upon impact, clutching his wounded shoulder.

"Uncle Qrow!" Ruby scolded, setting down the boy's things and sitting him up slowly. Qrow couldn't help but scowl at the fact that she cared so much about the hayseed. He was being a complete wimp. Ozpin would have shaken a wound like that right off. Some successor…

"You'll need some medicine for those bite marks so they don't get infected. I'll go nab some from the inn keeper and some more bandages." Qrow turned, about to make his way out the door. "Try to keep him conscious for me, kiddo."

The door closes with a small click as Oscar sticks his tongue out at it, earning a small snort from Ruby.

"Come on, grumpy." The hooded girl teases bouncing up to her feet "I'll go get a washcloth and basin."

"What?"

"If we're changing your bandages we need to wash your shoulder first. Stay here I'll be right back."

"Umm, sure."

Admittedly, the rooms in the hotel weren't nearly as nice as the dorms back at Beacon, the bathrooms even less so, but Ruby scavenged what items she could from the practically bare necessities of the room's bathroom. A single cloth meant to provide as a hand towel, and a bowl found under the sink cabinet. Fill it up with water and, bingo! Nurse Rose was ready for action!

With the filled basin, Ruby gentle bumped the bathroom door ajar with her hip, stepping carefully as not to spill any water as she carried both basin and towel through the door and into-

"…"

Tanned skin was the first thing Ruby noticed upon entering the bedroom again. Stout shoulders flexed as his stained shirt was pulled over head landing in his lap. Right next to the now resting fabric were toned abs heaving in pained breath along with a robust chest slightly bloodied from the left side…

Ruby snapped out of her tranced when she felt the sprinkle of water on her tights, noticing she had tipped the basin just a bit.

"Oh hey." Oscar greeted upon noticing her presence.

"Hi." Ruby responded, dumbly. "Uuuhhh… oops." She stated, also dumbly as she called attention to her little mishap.

"Mind helping me with these bandages? Ren kinda tied them pretty tight…"

"Of course, … I mean no. No! I mean yes! Yeah! No. Yeah! Not as in 'Yes I mind' but as in 'Yes I will help'…with…that…"

She set down the basin on the night stand and began fiddling with the knot on Oscar's bandage. She noticed his skin was incredibly warm, it just radiated heat it seemed. Was that from the battle? Was that his natural temperature? She hoped he wasn't catching a fever too. The fabric came loose and fell from Oscars arm as Ruby undid the tie, gathering the soiled cloth in her hands and into the nearest waste bin.

The wound was still wet, though the flow had slowed significantly. The edges were swollen and red. A nasty gash to say the least… so why couldn't Ruby focus on that instead of Oscars prominent pecs? With almost too much eagerness she fetched the basin and cloth, ringing out the extra water and began dabbing at the bite marks.

The boy hissed at the contact, squinting in pain as Ruby cleaned off the dried blood from his collar bone.

"Sorry…" she apologized.

"You're fine" he replied, and for a split-second Ruby almost felt the need to reply with 'So are you.'

It took all her composure to keep her hands from shaking as she worked at Oscar's shoulder, all the while eyes wandering about his exposed torso. Her eyes traveled down to his abs again, and noticed he had the slightest hint of… a four pack? Okay, not a chiseled eight but damn did the subtly suit him. And all from just farming?

"Sooooo you farmed and stuff, right?"

Oscar raised an eyebrow, surprise by Ruby's topic choice.

"Yeah, I was a farm hand for my aunt."

"So what kind of stuff did you do?"

He shrugged "The usual I guess. Plowing, planting, hauling water, chopping wood…"

"Everyday?"

"Pretty much."

Wow. No wonder he was this well built. Oscar had begun rambling on about some story about feeding chickens which Ruby new she should try to pay attention to. But… just… couldn't… This was getting ridiculous, shirtless men were nothing new to her! Yang had pictures of shirtless guys hung up around their room all the time! But they were idols and celebrities. Blake's book had illustrations of several shirtless men on the covers. But they weren't real. Her dad would walk around the house shirtless all the time! But that was her dad. Jaune and Ren when RWBY and JNPR went to the pool together back at Beacon! But they're her friends. Oscar's also her friend, at least to her. But Oscar was also different… she wasn't entirely sure how but some way, somehow, he was different.

As Ruby had been running these thoughts in her head she had failed to even realize that in her deep thought her fingers had begun to trail along Oscars torso. Gently brushing the edge of the bandage around his neck and down his pectoral muscles like a feather. Upon reaching his abs she had begun to just mindlessly but gently poke at them. Solid. Perfectly solid…

"R-Ruby?"

Ruby snapped out of her daze immediately, looking up at Oscar who's face showed a deep red. If he was at all sluggish before, he certainly wasn't now, and neither was Ruby Rose. She felt her face also heat up as she quickly withdrew her wandering hand, tucking it between her legs.

"I-I-I-I'M SORRY!" She covered her mouth after realizing her apology may have been a bit too loud. Both teens looked down at the floor, an awkward silence falling between them, landing at their feet.

The washcloth was sitting on Oscar's shoulder now, the bite marks on his shoulder much cleaner and less swollen than before. The cloth itself had been dirtied however, giving Ruby the conclusion that she should leave this painfully awkward situation by cleaning it in the bathroom.

As she reached for the cloth however, Oscars hand latched onto hers, his eyes looking at her held hand but not at her.

"It's… okay…" he let out. "You don't have to feel weird about it… I don't mind…"

There was a sincerity in his voice that somewhat put Ruby at ease. Their eyes finally met, silver orbs locked onto hazel ones, translating a message that said something along the lines of 'We're cool, but let's not tell anyone about this.' They both smiled.

Until Ruby noticed Oscars eyes averting followed by a good amount of color draining from his face. The girl turned and found her uncle, returned with medicine and bandages in tow, and a fire of furry burning in his eyes.

"Ruby, I need you to go get a glass of milk for Oscar."

"… Why…?"

"To hold his teeth in place until you get him to the dentist."