"Blake-y," Yang whined, jumping up on the bed in frustration. "I'm bored! Can we you know, maybe, do something?"

Blake looked up at Yang. She was positioned at the foot of her bed. In her hands, was a book she was halfway through that she had borrowed from Weiss' library. In all honesty though, she hadn't been very focused on reading it. The past two hours had her re-reading the same sentences over and over again. Her mind was otherwise occupied with other thoughts.

"Hey!" Yang exclaimed, leaping off the bed and crossing over to the dresser on the side of the room. Blake had left Gambol Shroud on top of the dresser. "Why don't we spar a bit? Weiss has been training you, right?"

"How did you know that?"

"Well you look fit," Yang pointed out. "Weiss doesn't like wasting people's potentials. She has everyone trained. The first thing Weiss did when we got Velvet was see if she had any aptitude at all for fighting. The way she sees it, if Faunus could fight and defend themselves, then people might start treating them with more respect."

"Ah," Blake responded, an uncomfortable feeling washing over her. Blake wasn't the first Faunus Weiss had saved. Really, there was no reason for Blake to assume she was just because Weiss treated her so nicely. Weiss was probably one of those people who was nice to everyone. The kind of person who makes you feel special when really, you aren't, because everyone is special to them. That, in itself, was no reason for Blake to be upset.

Then why was there this twisty-turny feeling in her stomach?

"Blake, come on," Yang grinned, handing Gambol Shroud over to Blake.

"I don't really feel like it."

"Come on, just once, okay? I swear I'll go easy on you." Yang teased, sticking her tongue out.

"I just want to read," Blake asserted.

Yang sighed, "Fine, but you owe me a fight. Jeez, I didn't realize keeping you entertained would be so boring."

"Right," was all Blake said, then she turned her gaze back to the words of her book.

After a few moments of silence, Yang leaned over, her head blocking Blake's view of the book. "Are you really reading?"

Blake glared at Yang. "Of course I am."

"Okay okay," Yang appeased. "It's just that, you've been on the same page for the last hour or so now."

"Shut up," Blake pushed Yang away.

Yang just laughed and sat herself down beside Blake. "I know, I find it hard to read when I'm worried too. Well no, I just find it hard to read in general. How the heck you find it in yourself to sit still for that long is beyond me."

"Right," Blake said again.

"Your room is very quaint," Yang continued, trying to prolong the conversation. This was becoming exhausting. Blake was pretty and all, but Yang had to fight her tooth and nail just to force a few meaningless words to come out of her mouth. While Yang did have half a mind to try and seduce the Faunus, the logical side of her mind told her it would be more trouble than its worth. Firstly, Blake didn't talk. Yang liked conversationalists. Secondly, Blake didn't seem to particularly like Yang - which meant Yang would have to put an extraordinary amount of effort into charming the Faunus. Although, that could be fun in its own right, the feeling she got when she conquered someone playing hard-to-get was one of the best highs, in her opinion. Thirdly, and probably most importantly, Weiss would kill her ten times over.

No no, best to leave this one alone.

"Did you pick it yourself?" Yang asked, growing fidgety from the silence.

"Yeah," was the measly reply.

"Cool, it's right next to Weiss' room, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Although, it doesn't seem like the bed has been used at all. The covers are all nice and smooth. There's not the barest wrinkle in them," Yang teased.

Blake blushed.

Bingo.

"Oh," Yang grinned deviously. This could be some fun after all. "Don't tell me, you don't sleep here do you? Weiss probably gets you to sneak over to the next room after everyone's gone to bed. Is that what happens?"

Blake avoided Yang's eyes, focusing on her book.

"How far have you gone?" Yang prodded, sitting herself down beside Blake. "I can give you pointers and stuff, yenno. Weiss though, she's probably bossy, even in bed."

Blake didn't respond.

"Blake-y," Yang whined. "Come on, you've got to work with me here."

"I don't have to do anything," Blake retorted, feeling her cheeks with the back of her hand. They were still on fire.

Yang threw up her arms in defeat. "Fine," she exclaimed, getting up to pace around the room. "Why do we have to stay in here anyways? Like, seriously, we could help! I'm pretty good at persuading people you know? Just rough them up a little and they'll agree to anything. But no, Weiss always has to do things with finesse. That's probably why the council always takes days to decide anything! Give me a minute with them and they'll see the right!" Yang ranted, growing more stir-crazy by the moment.

"You can go you know, I don't need a babysitter." Blake allowed, nodding slightly at the door.

Yang thought about it. "No, I'd feel bad for leaving you here alone. Weiss would kill me if you went crazy due to lack of socialization," Yang paused. "Wait, why do you have to stay here again?"

"I'm a Faunus slave," Blake stated emotionlessly.

"Yeah so?"

"So the council members don't exactly like Faunus," Blake's voice drifted off.

Yang blinked. "Oh my god, I just had the best idea ever!" Yang ran towards the closet and began rummaging through everything.

"What the heck are you doing?" Blake snapped, closing her book and jumping up to stop Yang.

"We. Just. Need," Yang pulled out a black ribbon that Blake used to swing around Gambol Shroud. "This will work."

"Put that back," Blake protested, trying and failing to snatch the ribbon out of Yang's hands.

"Just calm down, Blake-y, just hear me out okay?" Yang soothed while simultaneously grabbing Blake's head and fixing the ribbon onto it. "Stop flailing. In terms of brute force, I am definitely stronger than you."

Blake huffed, but stopped. It would be pointless to waste her energy. "What are you doing?"

Yang tied the bow and then released Blake. "See! It worked! I'm a genius! The should give me a medal or something." Yang beamed proudly, directing Blake towards a mirror.

Where her ears once were, now stood a cute little black bow.

"This is your brilliant idea?" Blake asked skeptically, wiggling her ears around in the bow.

"Don't move your ears!" Yang scolded. "Dude, that'll ruin the disguise."

"It's a stupid disguise!" Blake critiqued. "Only idiots wouldn't be able to see right through it."

"Come on," Yang whined, "It's worth a try right? No one else has met you yet right? And plus, you can fight and stuff, and Faunus aren't allowed to. You're also pretty smart so you can probably act somewhat well. Plus, you have this confidence about you and everything. They'd never guess!"

"What will Weiss say?"

"Trust me, she'll be so happy that you found a way to get out of being in a locked room with me for an indefinite amount of time that she'll forgive anything," Yang said persuasively and with confidence. "Plus, I know you're worried about her. We can say you're her new body guard or something," Yang's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah!" Yang crossed over to pick up Gambol Shroud and handed it to Blake, "There. Disguise complete."

"Are you kidding? Faunus aren't allowed to carry weapons! If they find out, I'm dead." Blake shrieked.

"They'll never know. Trust me. They'd never even think that anyone, let alone Weiss, would let one of their slaves carry weapons. It completes the disguise." Yang grinned. "If anything goes wrong, Weiss will handle it. She can talk her way out of anything. That's what she does. It's fine. Come on!" Yang opened the door.

Blake sighed.

"I'm blaming you if anything goes wrong." Blake declared, stepping out of the room.

"Fine by me, Blake-y."