Blake's POV
Blake exited the coffee shop and was immediately berated by the cigarette smoking man.
"How dare a filthy Faunus disturb me in the coffee shop!" The man spat, moving towards Blake.
"Sir, if you want to keep your finger, I suggest you stop poking it at me." Blake said calmly, pressing the button to halt the traffic.
"Please, as if a simple dimwitted Faunus could-" The man said before Blake turned and snapped the man's finger.
"Ow dammit! All Faunus are the same, breaking and-" The man began, falling on his knees.
"Telling people to go away and warning them of the consequences? Yes, yes we are." Blake said, walking across the road towards her apartment.
As Blake approached her apartment, she was greeted by her old friend from high school, Sun. They had a pleasant conversation, where Sun found the man's broken finger hilarious. They exchanged their new phone numbers and went on their ways.
"Blake, what's wrong?" Velvet said as Blake walked into the apartment.
"I warned a man about smoking in a no-smoking area and it ended with me breaking his finger." Blake said, flopping onto the couch, her book sliding from her bag.
"That's terrible! Did anybody call the ambulance?" Velvet stammered, placing Blake's book back into her bag.
"About three people, and one called the cops." Blake said, silently thanking herself for thinking of the fake cover.
"What else happened?" Velvet asked, clutching the coffee table. "Something else is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes. You forget I graduated with a Psychology degree."
"I met someone that actually seemed happy that I was a Faunus. I found it a bit strange, but I paid it no mind." Blake said, seeing Velvet raise an eye.
"Your tone of voice. It's hinting at amorous. Tell me, who is this person?" Velvet prodded, making Blake squirm in her seat.
"It's not amorous, I was just happy that someone was happy to see a Faunus." Blake said, stretching out on the couch. "I think it's your turn for the bed tonight."
"Nonsense, finger-breaking must tire you out. I'll take the couch tonight. Besides, you have a job interview tomorrow." Velvet said, standing to retrieve a large blanket from the closet.
"Ok, if you insist." Blake thanked, walking into the bedroom and falling asleep in an instant.
"Geez Blake, your cousin isn't THAT clueless." Velvet thought, dozing away on the couch.