A/N: I am so glad Fiercesomest fixed up Weiss's list for me. It's so much... weiss-y-er.
Hugs,
Defenestrator
"I'm thinking it's going to be Weiss."
"You don't think it will be Blake?"
Yang smirked at Pyrrha across her and Ruby's shared cafeteria table with team JNPR. All parties present were in their pajamas, theorizing over the possible outcomes of Yang's prank.
The brawler stabbed randomly at her plate of ham and eggs, "No way, Weiss is way more imperious. She'll have the first word for sure, right?"
Pyrrha smiled back, spoon swirling aimlessly in her bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal, "But would she not use that nature to pull an answer from Blake first?"
"Huh," Yang took another thoughtful bite, "Could be... man, I wonder how those two are doing."
"Ask her yourself," Ren took a sip of his tea, pointing with his fingertips past Yang to the cafeteria entrance just as a dazed, smiling Blake wandered through the doors, still in her sleepwear as well.
"Hey, Blake!" Ruby greeted her teammate, waving her over and making space on the wooden bench. The team leader's hair was still sticking out at odd angles from sharing a bunk with Nora, who was currently stirring syrup into Jaune's glass of orange juice.
"Ruby," Blake smiled at the younger girl, briefly inclining her head in greeting to team JNPR as she came to stand beside her team leader, politely refusing the offered seat.
Ruby rubbed the back of her head, asking even though she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know, "So... um, where's Weiss?"
"Weiss is still in the room. She..." the Faunus's cheeks betrayed the beginnings of a blush, "she requested breakfast in bed."
"Oh ho! So things went well then?" Yang quipped with a wink, tapping Blake's leg with the back of her hand to get the other girl's attention.
Blake's placid expression vanished, dropping into a glower when her partner addressed her. With a glacial pace that matched the ice in her gaze, Blake turned to face the grinning brawler. "You."
"Uh," that grin faltered, "...me?"
"You," Blake leaned down until she was face to face with Yang, forcing the brawler to lean back slightly, "are an Insensitive. Jerk," she emphasized each word by leaning forward a bit more, until Yang was nearly bent over backwards on the bench, one hand behind her for support. Just as a worried Pyrrha was about to intervene, Blake's features fell back into smile, and she hugged her wide-eyed partner. "Thank you."
Blinking once, twice, Yang's face broke into a sunny smile. She returned the hug, "You're welcome?"
Blake pulled away, crossing her arms, "Seriously though, catnip? Really?"
"You'd be surprised how inexpensive catnip is, compared to the other options I was offered…"
It probably also had the least harmful side effects. Blake ran a hand down her face. She really should have been more worried that her partner had the connections needed to procure what sounded like an alarmingly wide array of illicit substances for the sake of pranks, but it was the sort of thing she'd come to expect from the reckless brawler at this point.
"Regardless, if you ever try a stunt like that again, I will kill you." Blake looked thoughtful for a moment. "If Weiss doesn't beat me to it, anyway."
Jaune leaned closer to Pyrrha, speaking from the side of his mouth, "Um... is this one of those things I just don't want to know?"
"Yang," Ruby cupped her hands to her sister's ear, "do I need to give Blake my bed so she and Weiss can be in the same set of bunks? Or maybe you could trade with Weiss...?"
Blake flushed, arms still crossed.
"I can hear both of you, you know," her bow twitched in agitation, to which Pyrrha smiled apologetically and silently elbowed Jaune underneath the table.
Yang smirked up at Blake for a moment before looking back at Ruby, "Nah, the setup we have now is perfect. It means they can stare dreamily at each other from across the room."
With a hearty smack at Yang's arm, Blake scowled, muttered something about yogurt, and stalked away to the bar.
Pyrrha watched her go, looking thoughtful. She turned to Ruby, "Does this mean you'll be keeping us company a little longer?"
"Huh? Oh, I guess, uh..." Ruby drooped till her chin touched the table. "I guess if they're going to be all 'romantic' and stuff in the room..." she made a face, "we should've packed clothes. And shoes."
"Ooh, hey, we could play another round of Would You Rather," Nora suggested, teal eyes bright as she bounced in her seat, "OR we could spy on them. Ren and I are expert spies, you know. Well, Ren is. I just come up with the super-secret code names~"
"Let's put it to a vote," Pyrrha suggested, looking around the table for input.
"I vote for neither," Ren offered, reaching behind Nora to discreetly switch his own untouched glass of orange juice with Jaune's. He took an experimental sip of the syrupy concoction, shrugged, and returned to his tea.
Yang arched an eyebrow at her dark haired classmate, shifting her gaze over to Blake as she considered her vote. The Faunus smiled at her from afar, waving as she left the cafeteria, breakfast in hand. Yang waved back, breaking into a grin once her partner disappeared through the cafeteria doors.
"Yeah. Definitely spying," she locked eyes with Nora, "I am %100 on-board with some spying."
"Well..." Ruby tilted her head fidgeting on the bench, "Maybe. As long as they're not kissing."
Jaune choked on his orange juice and Nora bolted up, triumphant in her bare feet and pink shorts, her fist raised high, "I'll get the walkie-talkies!"
Wielding blueberry yogurt for Weiss and blackberry for herself, Blake made her way back to the dorm room, heaving a sigh of relief only once she reached the door. Dealing with her teammates and classmates... actually hadn't been that bad, despite the bit of teasing. They all seemed fine with the idea of her and Weiss as... Blake paused. What were they now?
Dark brows furrowed in thought as Blake considered Weiss's request to talk things over. Perhaps she would add that question to the topic of discussion. The Faunus allowed herself a small hopeful smile as she shifted her breakfast items to one arm and opened the door.
Weiss wore her skirt and black-edged coat. Her hair was up in its signature off-center ponytail, falling in a cascade of white over her shoulder. She turned sharply when Blake opened the door. It looked like she'd been pacing.
"Get dressed," the heiress directed, her mouth pressed in a determined line as she lifted both bowls from Blake's hands. "We're going downtown."
Blake stared forlornly at the yogurt for only a moment before perking right back up. She really was hungry, but Weiss clearly had other things in mind. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips. Was this... a date?
"On it," she nodded, crossing the room to gather her own clothes for the day, silently berating herself for not greeting the heiress with a hug, or a kiss, or even a compliment on how beautiful she looked this morning. Blake stole a glance back at Weiss, at her snow white hair, flashing silver in the remnants of midmorning sunlight. She shook herself, retreating to the bathroom before she was caught staring.
Always an expedient dresser, she emerged minutes later in her city clothes, picking a bit of lint from her simple white blouse that she dropped, frowning when it stuck to her black track pants. With a quick shrug, she returned her attention to Weiss, stopping short when she caught piercing blue already looking in her direction. "I'm ready," was what she had planned to say, but instead, all that came out was, "Beautiful."
It had been a long morning. Weiss wasn't exactly sure how long Blake had taken to get breakfast, but she was fairly sure it was somewhere along the lines of forever. Which was helpful. It gave her time to collect herself and make a plan.
... this plan may have involved a list of pros and cons. Said list was woefully short by Weiss's reckoning, but considering the limited amount of time she had to work with it would have to do. The single sheet of paper currently laid out on her desk was a fairly clinical balancing of Blake's good qualities and general excellence as a teammate against the difficulties of managing relationship while in school and her father's impending wrath were he to find out about it. Add to this the gray area column she'd drawn for the more confusing elements she felt she should take into consideration (the top item being 'Am I a lesbian?'—how she had put so little thought into this important detail was beyond her but it was probably a good idea to be 100% sure on that before proceeding with any sort of romantic arrangement)… in short, the list was a huge, indecisive mess.
Weiss added to the mess with a violent spit take, fortunately directed back into the bowl, when Blake called her beautiful out of nowhere. The yogurt left in her mouth went straight down her windpipe when she inhaled, and she started coughing, turning away and waving Blake off at the same time because, Dust, she didn't want anyone, much less a potential significant other, seeing her trying to breathe blueberry yogurt.
"Weiss!" Blake was at Weiss's side in an instant, reaching a hand out to rub soothing circles across the heiress' back. She leaned over to try catching a glimpse of Weiss's face. "Sorry, I'm-" she paused, catching instead a glimpse of a single sheet covered in jumbles of flawless script.
Clearly intelligent… superior combat ability... 'stunning', 'ridiculous' and a couple of other blush-inducing descriptors were crossed out next to the words 'more than passable good looks'. Blake refused to read further, tearing her eyes from the paper as she straightened back up, face burning scarlet. "I'm ready when you are."
"Well I'm drowning in yogurt, so you may as well take your time," Weiss ground out as soon as she could talk. She took a couple of deep unsteady breaths while she inspected the damages. Somehow her coat was clean, but her bowl was a mess of spit and half-chewed blueberries.
Her plan to use a trip to town to figure out her pros/cons situation was officially off to a rough start.
Wait a second, was Blake rubbing circles on her back? Weiss stiffened. But no, she was fine with this. Was she? AGH. She all but threw her hands up on the way to the trash can to deposit her ill-fated breakfast. "Alright. Eat and let's go. You're taking me to buy new shampoo and conditioner since mine has apparently been tampered with."
Blake's eyes never left the heiress, a slow smile working its way across her features as she simply watched and listened, still slightly in awe that she hadn't been immediately kicked to the curb after her awkward confession earlier in the morning. No, instead she and Weiss would be walking the streets together. A day on the town... it had to be a date, right? Not that it really mattered what title they gave the outing. The prospect of simply spending time with Weiss was enticing enough on its own.
It took Blake a second to realize Weiss had stopped speaking, and that she'd been caught staring, again. It took a second longer to realize that she didn't have to stare in secret any more. Blake couldn't help the smirk that pulled at the edge of her lips. This new... whatever this was with Weiss, was going to take some getting used to. With a quiet nod, the Faunus fetched her bowl of yogurt from Weiss's desk and set to finishing it as quickly and efficiently as possible, pausing just long enough to send a brief message to the other half of their team.
Going shopping with Weiss. Will be back later.