Within the dorms of Beacon's first years, two redheads were pacing back and forth within team JNPR's dorm room. Or rather, one was a redhead, the other had more or less red highlights. Regardless, it didn't change the fact that the leader of team RWBY and the blond leader of JNPR's partner were currently in a state of unrest. Nora being the most anxious as the last message she received from her leader was a simple sentence; couldn't make the last shuttle, staying in Vale with Blake for the night. And just that last piece alone was enough to trigger her fear factor to the highest degree. Blake was a cautious girl, never mixes herself into situations that would end badly for her, Nora would give the girl that much. However, if another Fang tries to make a move on her leader would just the two of them be enough? She wanted to believe it would be, she wanted to trust that her leader and their friend would be safe in the city; but she couldn't shake the feeling that the Fang would try something again.
With only Ren to keep her calm, she continued pacing at a brisk pace, mumbling to herself as she dialed once more for her leader, only for the call to ring up until voicemail. Ren himself was calm outwardly, though; he wouldn't deny feeling just a tad bit worried for his leader. Less over whether he could handle himself, and more of whether or not he'd be able to keep himself from going too far the next time he was attacked by the Fang. Jaune held his team close to heart, of that Ren held admiration for; though, he could only wonder if his leader would be able to stay his hand should another assassin come for him. The green clad ninja understood the severity of being targeted, especially by an organization such as the White Fang, but to stoop to their level was something the magenta eyed teen wanted to avoid.
Pyrrha was just as worried as Nora, although with just as much subtlety as Ren. She had hoped her leader would return soon, especially after the whole ordeal with his siblings popping in unannounced. When Blake was sent to keep an eye on the blond, she expected constant updates, and even a call every now and then; but the texts stopped coming in after a last report of the blond and the cowboy stopping at a café. The more worrisome news came when Jaune sent a single text to Nora that he'd be staying in Vale for the night…with Blake. Now, it was at this point that the Mistrali champion would also be pacing back and forth alongside her partner, had she not been able to keep better control over her outward emotions. Of course, there was one other factor as to why she was not alongside Ruby and Nora.
"Ms. Rose, Ms. Valkyrie; sit down. Your actions are becoming irritating." Their combat instructor, Jaune's godmother, was assigned to keep watch over JNPR's room in the event another assassination attempt occurred. As such, the Mistrali woman found herself stuck in a room of teenagers, girls mostly, whom were showing increasing worry over their classmates as the night went on with no replies from either Jaune or Blake. While she would've admired how much they cared for their teammates, it didn't help that she too was not able to receive so much as a single text from her godson, despite the numerous texts and calls she sent out. Her only solace was Vaswani, who offered to accompany her in her guard duty. Although, her volunteering to join her was less to keep Lacroix company and more to keep an eye on her nephew and the collection of friends he acquired so far. Also, and she'd possibly never admit it openly; Satya quite enjoyed spending time with her nephew.
At the moment however, being showed no sympathy from the markswoman; Satya was seated beside the Schnee heiress whom was asking a plethora of questions as to how her technology worked. And while the woman enjoyed going into detail over her work, she was not exactly open to speaking to any of these brats; least of all the one who branded her nephew a brute upon their first encounter. How preposterous. Yes he did pick up a few undesirable traits from his uncle, some of which she barely tolerated from the man as it was, but by no means was the boy a brute of any kind. It took all her will power not to tell this Schnee off. It helped that the Schnee patriarch was one of her main suppliers in terms of resources from Atlas, so keeping her tongue from spouting truths of the heiress was for the best.
As it went, it all seemed relatively quiet in the dorm room. Aside from Lacroix sitting idly by the door, Vaswani half-heartedly listening to the Schnee, and the other teens talking amongst themselves, Ruby and Nora being the exception; all seemed relatively peaceful for the most part.
*Ding*
Timing, thou art a heartless bitch.
Both Lacroix and Vaswani checked their scrolls; both received a video message from Brigitte. Curious, and hoping the brunette had found the blond they opened the message. Nothing could've prepared the teens for the look of pure emotionless rage emitting from the two women. Taking a small peek at the message, their eyes bugled at the sight of their blond friend surrounded by strangers while chugging down a large mug of alcohol. The highlight of the message was that the sisters of the blond were with him, also chugging down large mugs in what appeared to be a competition of sorts. And from the looks of it, the petite of the three was gaining ground as she had a few more mugs around her than the other two.
A visible vein appeared on Satya's forehead as she noticed a cowboys reflection on a nearby mirror; he was the one recording. However, beside him was Oliva, stuffing her face with food while holding up a scroll of her own. Next to her was the fourth teammate of team RWBY, not with the same enthusiasm as the crowd around her, but seemingly cheering on her friend from the sidelines with an awkward smile.
"McCree…" Lacroix snarled, had it not been the weekend the following day, she would've strung the man up for allowing her godson to indulge in such unsightly acts. And while she was angered that the damned man was recording this rather than stopping it, she was now just glad she got an update on her little one's whereabouts.
Satya however was broiling in anger. This was something the children picked up from the old crusader, a trait she detested with a great passion. To Satya, these were children she helped raise; her babies, as Jesse would often put it. Seeing them inhale ungodly amounts of alcohol whilst the damned cowboy was recording from afar; she made a mental note to have a stern talking to when they'd see one another again. She prayed, to whatever gods listened, that Jesse would take them to his home so they'd have a safe place to sleep before the siblings eventually passed out. And as soon as they touched down on the launch pad the next day; there would be hell to pay.
-Vale, residential district 04-
With full bellies, and acting as support balance for drunken siblings, a sober trio made their way through a moderate section of Vale's residential area where, and it came as a surprise to those still sober, except a purple themed hacker; McCree had a house in district 04. A two story home, much like the neighborhood houses, save for one special tech; voice recognition. Blake could've had more time to admire the surrounding area had she not been asked to carry the middle child of the siblings; petite she might've been, but she was not light by any means. Her constant drooling and need to nuzzle against her neck wasn't helping in the slightest either. As soon as the old cowboy spoke some phrase into an intercom having to do with noon, the gates opened, allowing the group entry. Olivia had the blond swung over her shoulder, shifting him when she felt the boy slipping.
"Damn…" She muttered, realigning him to keep the boy firmly in her arms. Though she was of a small frame, much more than the boy, it was surprising for Blake to see the girl carry the blond so easily. McCree held the door open for the two, allowing them entry, and upon seeing the inside of the house, Blake was once again stunned. This time, her jaw was slacked open for the clean manner in which the home was furnished; dark silver walls with polished marble counter tops, smooth wooden floors, furniture that was aligned in a symmetrical pattern. The pieces that broke the near perfect image were the pictures decorating the walls of the man's home. All of which showed various moments in Jesse's life, from the day he started Beacon with his team at his side, to what Blake could only describe as a wedding. With the cowboy surrounded by friends and family alike, and seemingly with no way of determining who was the bride, or groom, considering the chaotic moment captured. Realizing this, Blake glanced towards the old cowboy, and sure enough; a ring was set firmly in his still human hand.
"There are three rooms upstairs, and two on the ground floor; put Bri and Hana in one, and bun-bun in the other. You girls can claim a room upstairs and call it a night. After that; head to Beacon first thing in the morning." Jesse seemed to have it all planned out. Of course, there was one slight question the hacker had; her raised arm lowered after both pairs of eyes were on her.
"And you will…?"
Jesse smiled as he walked towards a room to put Brigitte in. "I'm gonna book a flight outta Vale. When Satya finds out I let you squirts drink she's gonna tan my hide."
"She'll spank you?" The hacker's tease hit a nerve as the cowboy tilted his hat forward to hide a small tint of red.
After settling the girls down in one room, and Jaune in another, Olivia joined her friend in the living room, the t.v. was left on with no one really intending to watch anything; it served mainly as background noises. Feeling rather awkward, being in the home of a relative of her friend's was something the young Belladonna hadn't exactly planned on experiencing. And yet, there she sat, on a stool by the kitchen, her hands fiddling with her scroll. She glanced at the amount of messages she had received, and there were indeed a ton. She knew if she responded now; her phone would blow up with messages and calls from their worried teammates. Not to mention, the awkwardness she felt staying overnight with the blond and his family. Worse even was the casual glance Olivia would cast her way every once in a while. Her attention was on the old cowboy, but the woman would cast a glance every so often and it unnerved Blake, mostly because she would be eyeing her bow.
"…and then, Jamison had the bright idea to rig the train cart with explosives. Long story short, we all smelled like pyro dust for a week. Mako didn't complain much, not that he ever really talks either way. Lena's eyebrows get burned off completely, Jean, whose hair is practically burned off at this point, is busying holding on to Rein's leg, I had to keep Mei from strangling Jamie, and ol Rein was actually asking for an encore. If we hadn't hidden the rest of the explosives…well. Overall; not a bad weekend." McCree recounted a recent mission he had been a part of. The glee in his voice was evident as he delivered each word with glee.
Olivia chuckled at his tone, reaching for a cup on a coffee table in front of them. "I think you forgot to mention the explosion took the arm Satya gave you as a birthday gift with it." She pointed to the cowboy's prosthetic. "She almost tore Jamison a new one for that." She chuckled dryly to herself as she took a sip of a beverage she poured herself.
Jesse rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I suppose so. I don't mean to make her worry, really I don't…but…" His voice trailed off, he laid his head back unto the sofa's cushions. "Everyone's been so jumpy since the end of the Crisis. I get why they're scared, lost a lot of good people, lot of friends and family, but the worlds' a mess right now. It ain't gonna fix itself, and I don't see anyone else stepping up to the plate."
The purple-themed woman smiled, her fingers traced along the cowboy's prosthetic. It almost appeared intimate, at first glance, but Blake knew better. What she saw was comfort, not among lovers, but among two close individuals. She slunk into her seat, knowing full well her family's involvement in the Crisis. Her ears might've been hidden, but her face would no doubt give her away. But then, she had no worries over the family that sided with the rebels, she would prefer if her involvement with a certain organization remained tight-lipped. Considering this family's history, and judging by the cowboy's stories; they might just have a slight vendetta against the Fang.
"Well, you can't just go charging into a fight without knowing your enemy…" Her eyes drifted towards Blake. "…or your allies. That's how I've stayed alive all this time. Knowing who you're up against and who's by your side can make all the difference."
Blake was trembling in her seat, realizing this woman was hinting she knew something. It made it all the more terrifying when the cowboy, who had risen not too long after, yawned loudly.
"Mmm, 'suppose you got a point there." He mumbled before heading towards the stairs, unaware of the pleading looks from the student nearby begging him not to leave her. "I'm gonna hit the hay now, wake me up when it's time to go tomorrow."
"~Goodnight~" Olivia sang out as she watched him disappear upstairs.
When the cowboy could no longer be seen or heard, Blake flinched, feeling the intense stare of the purple woman fixed firmly on her.
Her heart beat so rapidly she swore her chest was visibly pounding, more so when she could hear the woman shuffling about, standing up and making her way to the student.
"You know…" She began, easily causing Blake to jolt a little at how close she was. "It's one thing to be part of a gang and then decide you want something else out of life." Olivia's hand snaked around Blake's neck, the fear only cemented itself when the faunus felt the cold edge of a blade nudging at her neck. When she dared to look the woman in the eye, the faunus only found unbridled fury held back by the prospect of being caught. 'It's another for a terrorist top desert her comrades and try to play the good guy after all the shit she's pulled." A scroll in Olivia's free hand came to life, images from security cameras showed some damn incriminating images. There she was, leading the White Fang on one of their heists on a Schnee transport ship. More images played out, some of which were of her with her mask off, but surrounded by Fang members.
For a moment, Blake's life flashed before her eyes, a short and depressing show, but one she had high hopes of shaping it to be the foundation to what she planned to do in the future. And yet, the thing that did her in was an overprotective sibling with a grudge against the Fang, to which Blake could not dispute as she saw the damned assassin the night prior.
The screen flickered off as Olivia tucked away her scroll and cupped Blake by her cheek, forcing the faunus to face her. "Now, I'm all for a good redemption story, and I'd be a hypocrite if I said criminals don't deserve one…" The knife pressed tighter against Blake's neck. "But that doesn't mean you get to just walk away without giving something back to the community." She removed her knife, allowing Blake to breathe easier, but only temporarily as she watched Olivia placed a nightshade shaped hairpin down in front of her.
When she looked up the Olivia for answers, the purple woman held her scroll up again, showing more images of the faunus' time with the Fang.
"I'll be keeping a very close eye on you princess. If I see anything that suggests you've thrown yourself back in with the Fang and I'll make sure you go through every level of hell ten times over before I give you the sweet relief of death." She emphasized the scroll in her hands. "And believe me kitty, I'll find whatever you think you can hide. For now, this will be our little secret, so don't go telling bun-bun any of this, alright? Behave from here on out princess, otherwise…" She trailed off, never intending to finish her threat; she didn't need to. Blake got the message clear as day, though, it only made her wonder why she'd willing keep Blake's secret. The only logical reasoning she had was the idea of the woman calling her in for favors, the pin itself appeared relatively normal. Something in her suggested she needed to take the pin, another side of her wanted to pretend she didn't see it and leave it under the pretext; Olivia never specifically told her, nor gestured her, to take the pin.
And so, Blake elected to leave it where it sat, choosing to bunker down on the couch as sleep took its sweet time taking her, her heart never ceasing to pound roughly, despite its slowed pace.
She expected anger, hell she even expected Jaune's family to outright distrust her because of her connections; though, she had to wonder what the blond would say if she told him. In the midst of her thoughts slumber had finally taken her for the night.
When she awoke the next morning, it was the smell and sounds of food being prepared in the kitchen. Sizzling oil and the smell of something sweet was enough to nudge the sleepy faunus out of sleep and off the couch.
"Morning." She was about to respond when her half opened eyes snapped wide open. There before her, preparing breakfast for the still asleep house was her classmate, shirtless; bearing his skin for all to see. It would've been a 'money shot' as Yang would put it, had her eyes not immediately fixed themselves on the stub that lacked its mechanical arm. She could see his skin had either attached itself to the metal port meant to attach the arm, or the metal was embedded deeper into his body than first expected.
Pushing her thoughts aside, Blake arose from the couch, stretching a bit before moving slowly towards the kitchen and sitting on a nearby stool. She would've helped, but the night before had taken a toll on her, and she wasn't one of the ones that inhaled half of that restaurant's alcohol stock.
"How do you like your eggs?" Jaune asked, a plate of stacked pancakes were sitting just beside him alongside a huge bowl of scrambled eyes, buttered toast, shredded hashbrown, and bacon strips. In a pan was the sausage still frying, and…something she for the life of her couldn't pronounce. She knew what it was, but the way she spoke it left something lacking.
"~Goodmorning~" Blake stiffened, her eyes didn't snap towards the source of that voice, but rather, towards the counter; the pin was still there. Hastily, and with Jaune's back turned, she stuffed the device in her pocket as she heard the sounds of footsteps reaching ground floor. "Aye, look at my conejito making food for his family." Her tone was akin to a doting family member, reinforced when she grabbed his head and planted an exaggerated kiss on his cheek, leaving purple lipstick imprinted rather prominently.
With a noticeable blush on his cheeks, the blond reached over to a plate he had covered with plastic to keep bugs from touching the contents. Olivia's face almost immediately lit up upon being handed the food.
"Scrambled eggs with chopped onions, peppers, and tomatoes, frijoles molidos with cheese grated over it, two jalapeños on the side, and…" Jaune reached over and handed her another small plate. "Freshly cooked tortillas." Perhaps one of the few people closer to Atlesian and Valen in appearance as they come, and he spoke the woman's language as if it were second nature…but then, given the fact they were family, it really shouldn't have surprised Blake at this point. She must've enforced some strict lessons into him, or rather, perhaps learning the language was one way the two bonded.
Olivia received her food with a widened smile as grabbed the blond by his chin, squeezing, puckering his lips rather tightly.
"Chulo eres." Olivia planted another small kiss on his cheek before taking her food and taking a seat on a stool one seat away from Blake. She didn't glance over to the woman, rather, the faunus seemed intent on further avoiding any contact with this member of her friend's family, or at the very least to not incite the woman's ire in any way.
"Blake?"
It took the heiress a second before she realized her classmate was waving a hand in front of her face, soon after he appeared relieved after finally getting her attention.
"…I'm sorry, what'd you say?"
"I asked; how do you like your eggs?" It was hard not to notice the purple lip marks on his cheeks and not snicker a little. Still, when she told him scrambled, the blond went to work fixing her a plate as the sausages finished cooking.
"Well damn, you kids are making yourselves right at home, ain't chu?" From atop the steps was the old cowboy in a state similar to his nephew; shirtless and without his mechanical arm. "Where's Bri and Hana?"
"Here…" Damn, they looked as bad as they responded. From the guest room closest to the kitchen emerged the two siblings, disheveled and seemingly unable to open their eyes.
"Mornin' girls." Their younger brother chirped at them with a peaceful grin. The two glared at him and replied in unison.
"Fuck off…"
"Please and thank you." Brigitte added with a mumble, the effects of her upbringing outshone her ringing headache and lingering regrets. Funny enough, Blake actually thought of Pyrrha when she heard Brigitte's response.
While Jesse made himself a cup of coffee, Jaune finished fixing Blake's plate, setting it down in front of her. He gave her a small smile before going back to fixing up two separate plates. One had a well stacked amount of pancakes, meats, overly portioned eggs and hashbrown, and buttered toast. Another plate had a light serving of eggwhites and hashbrown, regular toast, and cottage cheese. The Nora sized plate was placed in front of the eldest of the siblings, the blond pressed two fingers from both hands against her head, a faint glow emitted from the tips as the disgruntled expression on Bri's face was dissipating. Within seconds, her frown had vanished, replaced with a neutral look, and soon after; joy.
"Thanks bun-bun."
Jaune nodded, fixing his attention now on his second eldest sibling. The glare she had fixed on him was intense, and if one asked him; Jaune would make a solid bet her ire was not just because of the hangover. Regardless, he repeated the same process with Hana, and within seconds her hangover seemingly vanished as well.
"Thanks…" She muttered, reaching to dig into her food when she felt him kiss the top of her head gently. Her head snapped upwards, her eyes were owlish as her little brother smiled back at her.
"Anytime." His response wasn't met with a rebuttal as the blond returned to his cooking, intent of serving himself a decent portion as well. Now that the entirety of the house was awake, it didn't take long for Blake to remember a key detail of their lives for the next four years; school. She nearly jolted up from her seat had she not remembered it was a weekend. Her heartbeat slowed ever so as she sighed lightly; she wouldn't have to miss school for missing the last bullhead home. Though, in her defense, she couldn't have predicted the last shuttle was going to experience issues that warranted the flight be grounded till further notice.
Breakfast went just about as Blake expected; Olivia continued conversing with the cowboy, the two sisters were talking amongst themselves, the older one praising her faunus sibling for the amount of booze she was able to take before it finally got to her. Meanwhile, Blake sat with Jaune, neither was exactly vocal, but the two were seemingly content with enjoying a simple meal in peace so there wasn't really any conversation to be had between the two.
Actually, there was, many in fact, but the faunus chose not to say anything at the moment, given that the cause for many of her questions and concerns was only one cowboy away from her. But instead she decided to opt for a question she knew Yang would've asked right off the bat.
"So, you can cure hangovers? If Yang hears about this she'll be taking you to clubs with her…hope you know how to dance." Her comment earned a chortle from Bri, and a barely withheld giggling from her faunus sibling.
"Oi, I know how to dance…now…" He mumbled that last part, his eyes immediately darted over to Olivia. "Don't." He growled, her scroll was already out, he knew well she saved any and all embarrassing moments in his life, and that one moment was haunting enough as it was, he didn't need a constant reminder.
For a moment, the hacker relented, putting her scroll away while McCree chuckled at the antics.
"I wonder if this is what Ange woke up to every day." His eyes widened as he realized he had said that particular offhanded thought out loud.
To his surprise, however, was when the boy let out a hearty chuckle; it was genuine, and reminded the group, minus Blake, of an old crusader. "She wishes, with Bri moving in with Rein in Eichenwalde and Hana training to be a pilot; I'm the only one at home to drive her crazy." He gestured to himself rather proudly at the statement.
Hana, on the other hand, groaned loudly while her head slammed lightly unto the counter top. "Ugh, and I'm the one mom rants to about that!"
"Seriously?" Rather than answer Brigitte's question, Hana takes out her scroll, unlocks the device and hands it over to Bri to read over the messages.
Although hesitant to be reading a conversation between a mother and daughter, curiosity took the reins as the muscular woman began reading aloud the conversation exchanged between the two.
Mama Mercy: Hana, I hope you're doing well, and I'm sure you're probably in the middle of classes or training but I must ask; has Jaune told you anything recently?
Mama Mercy: We got into an argument
Mama Mercy: again
Mama Mercy: please call me when you can
-An hour later-
Mama Mercy: just so you know, I might've been a tad harsh, but I've also made it abundantly clear you and your brother are the only ones in my life I will always worry over. I just wish he could understand that.
-10 minutes later-
Mama Mercy: I remember when you were children, he was stuck to you like glue, you even slept in the same bed up until you-
"NOT THAT ONE!" The girl screeched, a vibrant red tint emerged on her cheeks as she scrolled down, intentionally averting the coy smiles from the cowboy and hacker. Blake had to muffle a curt chuckle as Hana landed on where Brigitte could continue. Funny enough, most of the messages she skipped were of Angela recounting their childhoods, and like every mother; she focused on the more embarrassing bits.
Mama Mercy: I can't help but feel like you're intentionally ignoring me
Dva: What ever gave you that idea?
Mama Mercy: Well, the fact that the messages clearly show you've seen AND read my messages, and yet I haven't received a reply from you.
Dva: Ok so what's the problem this time?
Mama Mercy: …
Dva: Mom, you spammed me the whole day with texts, my friends caught glimpses of what you sent, and I'm literally begging you; what did you two fight about?
"…" Brigitte paused, realizing it was the end of the messages, however, there was a call that lasted a little under three minutes. To which, Hana took her scroll and opened another tab, allowing the story to progress further.
Dva: THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO MOM!?
Bun-Bun: Hey sis
Dva: of all the things you could say to piss her off, of all the things that could break her heart worse than you joining an academy; why the hell did you tell her VACUO CHOCOLATES ARE BETTER THAN SWISS?!
Bun-Bun: I mean, they kinda are.
Dva: I KNOW THAT
Dva: EVERYONE KNOWS THAT
Dva: MOM DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT
Bun-Bun: well now she does
Dva: do you have any idea what today has been like?
Bun-Bun: I can guess
Dva: my team even saw my messages, they've been teasing me none stop the whole day.
Bun-Bun: That reminds me, how's Dmon and Casino? Haven't seen them in forever
Dva: no
Dva: stop right there.
Dva: it's bad enough my teammates know more about the stupid shit I did as a kid, but I finally reached a point where they finally stopped asking about you, but now with mom's texts, they're back at full swing.
Dva: do you know how embarrassing it is to have your own teammates constantly asking for your baby brother's number so they can 'check up on him'?
Bun-Bun: can I text them at least?
Dva: NO
And from there, Brigitte was unable to continue reading as she was laughing uncontrollably. She'd been reading the texts in the demeanor closest to how her family acted, and to her credit, she was fairly on point. The highlight of the whole tale was when she dramatically read out the uppercased words, exaggerating for effect, and even gasping at the audacity of her brother to tell his mother such blasphemy. Olivia and McCree were holding their stomachs as they pictured a both pissed off and clearly downtrodden Angela mumbling about how her son lacked proper taste, which is why he would even suggest Swiss chocolates came second to any other kind at all. But because she loved him, because he was her baby, she couldn't exactly take her frustration out on him. The grimm in the nearby forest however…easy prey.
Even Blake, who was lost at most parts, found herself chuckling at the antics of the Ziegler family.
"Funny thing is, I actually got their numbers." Jaune commented, earning an owlish expression from Hana, and even Brigitte, though it was quickly replaced with a widened grin as she knew what would come next. "Here, I'll show you." The blond retrieved his scroll, ignoring the shell-shocked expression his sister sported as he dialed a number and placed it on speaker.
A few rings passed as the others grew silent, Hana herself was on the edge of her seat, praying this was just another one of his pranks, many of which she taught him, though, she'd never admit it to anyone, least of all their mother.
The ringing continued for another second before there was a click, and the one voice Hana dreaded came through.
"Hey handsome, been a while. How come you haven't called in a while, I didn't go out of my way to get your number just for shits and giggles."
Without even missing a beat, Hana leapt from her desk, ran straight over and yanked her brother's scroll from his hand. "How the fuck did you get his number!" Her outburst was met with absolute silence, and following with; the dial tone. Fueled with her own ire, Hana shoved the scroll back in her brother's hands as she marched off to get her scroll. "This ain't fucking over." She growled. Brigitte following closely behind with a mix of worry and glee, McCree followed also, mumbling something along the lines of making sure the girl doesn't break anything. Olivia followed as well, her scroll in her hands ready to record this little gold nugget.
Meanwhile, Jaune remained in the kitchen with Blake, sporting a wide grin on his face as his family all crowded into a room, leaving the two students alone.
"They're…lively." Blake's comment earned a chuckle from her friend. "But I don't see why she would have a problem with her friends talking to you."
"It's less of talking and more of…suggestive conversations…openly…and often when she's in the room." The gesture he made with his hands were unnecessary, but it painted a very explicit picture. So much so that the faunus found a heated blush burning at her cheeks. "It's all talk though, we just do it to mess with her." The blond reassured, though, was it all planned out? If it was, how would he have contacted his sister's teammate before making the call?
Regardless, the two found relative peace for about thirty seconds before another scream of frustration and laughter could be heard from the other room.
"By the way…" Blake's eyes glanced his way, noticing his expression had shifted drastically. She managed to catch a glimpse at what he was looking at in his scroll; an article over recent dust robberies in Vale's downtown district. "It's a weekend, and since we don't have anywhere to be exactly…" She hadn't noticed, but the blond had his shirt and blazer sitting comfortably on a chair just between the dining room and kitchen.
While dressing himself, he gave a quick peek back at the family, then to Blake. "Wanna go hunting?"
AN: been a while since I updated, I apologize for that, especially since I don't really have a valid excuse, and I've been updating another story religiously as of recent. But, here's the next installment of Rally to Me, and I gotta say, I'm beginning to ask myself if my original ending is really how I wanted to go towards. See, the ending of this story is an amalgamation of events that occur from here until then; and so, the set of events I've thought up are what will lead to an eventuality me wonder if I want to go this path, or if I should take a safer route. So after taking a good while to think it over, my final decision on the matter is; fuck it.
All I can say is; don't expect it to be a happy ending.
For now, however, I will give you all some lighter moments, mixed in with some drama and action. Until then, thanks for reading.