Disclaimer: Of course I don't own RWBY, its characters, or the franchise. That's all Rooster Teeth~
Story: Where James found himself with a penpal and writing back, and ended up with a strange kind of friendship that he was actually enjoying. If he found himself a Romeo, he supposed he could deal with being 'Juliet'.
Set as crack!AU (sometimes taken serious?), in which Ruby and Ironwood somehow become penpals before main series start and related to my other RWBY fic "Team RAMEN!"
Spoilers: Probably.
Warnings: Age disparity, maybe future situations if this is continued. Crack humor in abundance and absurdity rampant –probably OOC. Tons of fluff, though be warned of depressive moments because of undiagnosed depressive characters.
Pairings: Ruby/James Ironwood; IronRose pre-relationship.
The R&J Exchange
Chapter Two: Replies
James was speedily typing away, barely blinking as he worked on his computer. His Scroll vibrated and he reached over and dismissed the call without looking over at it. Not that morning, thank you very much.
Finishing up, he then looked to his pile of mail, looking through it and eyes landing on a letter with the familiar pretty cursive he'd only seen once so far. Taking the envelope from the pile and tossing the rest back where he'd grabbed it from, he quickly opened up the envelope and fished out the letter.
Hello J!
Please to meet you —I'm really excited to be writing to someone! I've never had someone to write to before, or even talk to actually. It's really nice, so thank you for writing back! As for submitting those designs, truth is my family's not doing too well with money and I thought maybe, since I really am good with weapons and I love them and everything to do with them, that I could help out and submit something to earn money. I had no idea about the correct way to do it though, so I feel bad about doing it wrong. I'll look it up so I can make sure to do it right next time!
Anyway, I hope you don't mind me asking about you —Do you like sweets?
Sincerely,
R
James raised his eyebrow at the letter, lips unwittingly quirking up. The writer sounded young and enthusiastic, someone full of life and rather bubbly. The presumption of him writing back made him actually amused, though a slither of pity made its way into him. To be someone who sounded rather lonely and longing for company, even if (not that they knew) they didn't know it was the likes of himself, James felt almost compelled to write back.
And honestly, he just really wanted to.
As before, he rummaged around for a piece of paper and his pen, noting that whoever they were liked to use red ink in their letters and thinking that maybe he might do something in kind. He also decided to continue to address himself as 'J' —he didn't want them to know who he really was; first being that it would do no good to let someone know that he was the one writing these replies, but also he decided he liked the casualness this afforded him to hide behind a pseudonym.
Dear R,
I'm glad to be someone you would like to talk to. I also am not the type to really talk to others, so perhaps this could be a refreshing change? And for those weapon designs, you could always continue to send them to me —it'll be easier to arrange things through me and I'll make sure you'll receive your pay. Would you like me to open a bank account for you here? It's international, so you can access it from where you live.
I like sweets. There is a dacquoise I am fond of from a bakery nearby here. As for you, since you said you like weapons, weapon of choice then? I have a penchant for revolvers.
Regards,
J
Given their question, James thought it wouldn't be remiss of him to ask one of his own.
He was curious after all.
Started 12/29/20 – Completed 12/29/20