Still don't own RWBY.
Well. It's been forever. But even if it doesn't mesh with what actually happened in season three, it's finished, so I'm gonna finish posting it. :) Enjoy. This scene takes place after the bridge fight where Sun and Neptune go for noodles. If y'all recall, Sun went with Blake to some White Fang stuff in that ep.
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She doesn't look around when a knock comes at the window. She knows who it is, and she isn't all that interested in talking to him. She keeps her back to the window and tries to concentrate on her book. He knocks again. Across the room, Yang looks around from cleaning her gauntlets to grin at her.
"You…gonna let him in?"
Blake ignores her too, turning slightly away.
"Ooookay." Yang's grin doesn't waver; if anything, it widens, and she glances from Blake to the window and back. Then she crosses the room to open the window herself, voice cheerful as she greets their guest. "Hey, Sun. How's it going?"
Blake stays focused on her book, though her shoulders stiffen at the sound of Sun's careful clambering through the window.
"Eh, I'm good."
"We missed you at the fight." Yang's donning her gauntlets as she speaks; Blake can hear them clanking, but still refuses to raise her head.
"Yeah, well, getting thrown off the bridge kinda put me'n Neptune outta commission for a while. 'Sides, we knew you guys had it."
"Yeah, that's true." Yang agrees cheerfully. Blake feels her eyes on her again, and then she announces loudly, "Well, I'm out; See you guys later."
The door closes behind her with an audible click. She can hear Sun shuffling his feet. Then a hand appears in front of her, holding a steaming bowl.
"Brought you some noodles."
She says nothing, turns a page.
He sighs. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches him set the bowl on the desk, his shoulders slumping. "Guess I'll just leave these here." He glances back, runs a hand through his hair, and heads back toward the window. "See you later."
She's been brushing him off for days now. He's a distraction from everything she's supposed to be working on, no matter how willing he is to help. She can't afford to be distracted. But…
"Thank you." She says quietly, lifting her eyes just a fraction to watch him as he braces his hands against the window frame, preparing to climb back out. He pauses, and she watches his shoulders relax, the tension bleeding down his arms, into his fingers gripping the window, and then gone. He glances back at her, eyes bright.
"No problem. Figured you might be hungry." He shrugs nonchalantly.
"I meant for your help today." She corrects with a small quirk of her lips. He grins, and slings his legs out the window.
"Anytime." He salutes her with a wide grin, and then he's gone. Her smile fades. She glances at the bowl on the desk, sighs, and turns back to her book. She can't let herself get distracted again. She still has a war to wage.
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