A man was awoken by the scent of bacon and the sound of eggs sizzling. He shifted up on the couch, groggily stirring in the direction the sound was coming from; as his eyes cleared, he saw the vague image he remembered was Blake Belladonna standing in front of the stove. As he adjusted to the day, he noticed she was cooking breakfast, happily humming in her conservative pajamas and, oddly, her bow; he found it a bit strange that she'd wear that to bed, but he was too sleepy to care. He decided to lay in bed (or his couch) a little longer, but the deliciously overwhelming scent of burnt bacon prevented him from fully drifting back off to sleep. As he heard her walk over with a plate, he opened his eyes and sat up.

"Breakfast is ready, Sleepyhead," Blake laughed. As the man regained full consciousness, he checked to see that it was only 11, or a perfectly acceptable time to wake up on vacation; it was probably a bit earlier than when he would have woken without someone around, but Blake clearly enjoyed the extra sleep as well. "You have eggs with cheese, bacon, and some toast." Blake placed the breakfast on a table otherwise occupied with his scroll and laptop.

Seeing as he wasn't used to having a cute girl in pajamas wake him up with breakfast in be– couch, the man enjoyed the knowledge that that was what happened. Sure it was a bit of a shame it wasn't Weiss, but hey, he wasn't going to complain. "Looks great! Thanks!" He picked up the plate of food and grabbed the fork to start eating.

"Let it be known that this won't be an everyday thing." Blake took a sip of some steaming tea. "Maid duties can start tomorrow, but I think I'll save my cooking for dinner; it's almost lunch, anyway." She looked at the man, large blanket drawn over the couch; looking a bit off, she asked, "You sure you're okay on the couch?"

"Fair point," the man answered to Blake's maidly duties. Relaxing further into the makeshift bed, he stretched out rather comfortably; seeing as he slept great, especially with the sleeping in, he said, "Yeah! I'm perfectly fine here. I stayed up all night online, anyway, so it's not like I really need much more."

Still awkward, Blake said, "Alright. Just let me know if you want to switch at all. I'm down for swapping if you want to."

The man took a delicious bite of bacon mixed with eggs. "I'll be fine, don't worry. Only right for a guest." Letting Blake have the room was both polite, and it allowed her to be alone; he knew full well she usually liked to keep to herself, and having a door was a great luxury for all, not just women. "Food's great, by the way!"

Blake smiled. "Thanks! Hard to mess up toast, though." She plopped down in an armchair across from the man and started eating.

Both the man and Blake cheerily munched on eggs and bacon, elated at how there was nothing necessitating him getting up before 11 am at the earliest. He hadn't thought Blake to be the type to lay in bed until the afternoon, but then again, she was still pretty unknown to him; even after a few months with Weiss, he didn't know a ton about her. After getting groceries, he didn't see her for the rest of the day, save when he gave her half of a pizza. A cursory scan of the room she was in when he opened up revealed a laptop, a few used glasses, and some clothes strewn about on the floor. He thought it was pretty endearing to know that she wasn't a neat freak.

"So, Roomie," Blake said as she finished her breakfast. She put the plate down on the table between her chair and the couch. "Any grand plans for today? I'm not wanting for much, so I'd be fine lazing around here all day."

The man swallowed a slightly burnt piece of bacon and thought about what his vacation plans were. Considering it was the holidays, there was plenty of things around town, though it'd be better to do those with Weiss. He looked at his laptop and game system, unenthusiastic about moving from his current spot. "I'm fine doing nothing for a bit. We got three weeks to kill, and one before anyone gets back."

Blake looked at the game console, then took a moment to think about something. With a smirk, she said, "Want to help me do something out of spite?"

"Of course," the man said, fully willing to help anyone do something spiteful regardless of what it was. "What?"

"As I'm sure you are aware, I'm on a team with a certain blonde individual." Blake waited for the man to nod, then continued, "Said blonde has been trying to get me to play one of her video games since the start of the semester. I've put it off, but I would really love it if I could actually put up a fight, or better yet, beat her." Blake put on an uncharacteristic smirk coupled with a raised eyebrow. "Sound good?"

Considering who Yang was, it was pretty obvious that she would love to show off her gaming skills to people. She was proud, almost to a fault, and probably loved the idea of proving her competence to someone like Blake. Personally, it'd be hilarious if she got her ass kicked by what she'd expect to be a noobie, so making that happen sounded like a fun time.

"Sounds good. Wait, what game? Do you think I have it?"

Without answering, Blake got up from her seat and disappeared into her room. A few seconds later, she returned with a stack of a few games. "Not an issue. She told me should wasn't allowed to bring her gaming stuff back home, so she lent them to me to lend to you. Not sure if you don't have any of these, but they're yours until she gets back." Blake handed the man the stack of games save one, several of which he did already own, though some were ones he'd put off buying. In addition to immediately helping him decide his next week's evenings, Blake held up the case she kept. "Savage Streets. Yang's favorite thing to scream at on weekends."

Anyone with a modicum of interest in gaming knew that Savage Streets was a fighting game series. In fact, it basically codified what fighting games were and was the first one to really be playable. Decades later, it was on its fifth installment and was still one of the most popular games in the genre. Thinking about it, Yang being into fighting games made a lot of sense; everyone that didn't describe her as a blonde called her a brawler, and her combos and finishers bore a lot in common with some characters in games. Heck, she even named some her moves and called them supers. Her competitive nature also made her at home in anything with an online ranking system.

Realizing how entertaining it would be for Blake to beat Yang, the man put Yang's game collection down and extended his hand. Grabbing the game from Blake, he took the disk out and swapped it for the one in the console. Handing the dark-haired girl a controller, he started up the game and made his way to versus.

"You ever play this?" Blake asked, searching for the character she wanted.

"I played one a while ago, but I know the basics of fighting games."

"Well," Blake said before pausing. "Would you mind picking that blonde woman at the bottom? That's Yang's favorite." The man hovered over the character Blake pointed to; he selected Delta Red, a woman with a red beret, golden pigtails, and a green leotard with an exceptional amount of ass. "I imagine you can guess why Yang likes her," Blake laughed, referring to the character's surprising similarity to Yang. Both were attractive blondes with similar face structures, and both had great… well, the monogamist in the man noticed that Delta Red had large red gauntlets not too dissimilar to Ember Celica. It was also hard to not notice the similarity in body shape as well, but he would never look at Yang in such a way, considering Weiss was his girlfriend.

"According to the internet, this guy is the best matchup," Blake said. "And yes, I did look that up." She selected a strangely proportioned man with even stranger hair. "If memory serves, Yang doesn't care for him; not that I do, I mean, look at that thing." The large man she selected scratched his crotch. "But, if it gives me an advantage." The man could hear a slight bit of disdain, not unlike when Weiss spoke about Jaune.

Blake really was going all in on playing– beating Yang literally at her own game; he hadn't thought she was that… petty wasn't the right word, but it was fun to see her determined for such a dumb purpose. "You should probably record the inevitable beat down. I'm sure that would be a fun video to watch."

Now concentrated on the match that was just starting, Blake said, "Oh, I've already planned it out. Assuming I can, 'Git Gud,' I want to make it close before beating her. Not that I can even guarantee I can beat her, let alone toy with her." Both the man and Blake began clashing, gradually feeling out exactly how to move and fight; while both started out clumsily whiffing punches, by the end of round two, things were getting clearer.

Though the man hadn't thought Blake to be the competitive type, he was taught to not assume as much about her. Most of his interactions since she became his roommate were painting her as something far different than the quiet bookworm that dwelled in mystery; as she taught him, she was a bit of a goofball and did overall stupid things because it would be fun. Trying to one-up Yang would only benefit her for dumb reasons, but it was still a good endeavor. Plus, even if Blake didn't end up good enough to even put up a fight against Yang, they were spending time together and becoming far better friends.

While the man probably wasn't the best comparison to Yang as a Delta Red player, Blake began to understand what her attacks were, and how to combat them with her own character's moves. After what became several hours of matches, Blake was practicing different combos and learning what to do in different situations. The two started out pretty even, with about a fifty-fifty win rate, but by the end of it, Blake was able to easily read what the man was going for and counter it.

It wasn't until around three that Blake soundly defeated the man, then put her controller down with a pleasant sigh. "I'm starting to see how Yang sunk so many hours into this. Though, she tends to yell a lot more; maybe she isn't as good as I think she is."

The man put down his controller and looked away from his character knocked out on the ground. "Maybe most of the people that play this game have actually played it before? Considering we started, like, four hours ago?"

"Fair. Though, I think I know a bit better than just mashing buttons." Blake stretched her arms over her head, exposing a bit of her stomach as her pajama shirt rode up. "And, it goes without saying, but I've never played before and I had no idea that my character was better than Yang's." She grabbed her teacup and made for the kitchen.

"Understood. I only played the other games, and you looked disdainfully at me as I did."

"Too far," Blake countered. "I don't HATE video games, and I have watched Yang play before. Maybe say, 'She saw me run over a woman with a car and frowned,' or something like that." She began preparing another cup of tea.

"This works. I am looking forward to you beating her."

"Let's hope a few hours of practice can at least make me competent. Maybe we can try playing a bit more tomorrow? I want to lay in bed and doing nothing because I can. I'll start on dinner around 7ish, that okay?"

"Sounds good."

The man watched as Blake poured a new cup of tea and retired to her room. As she disappeared, he heard the faint sounds of music playing from behind the wall. He decided to spend the rest of the day trying out the games he didn't already own from Yang's collection.