"So, Weiss has already stolen you away?" Blake said with an air of sarcasm. "Now, do you want to explain the foot rubbing, or should I assume the worst?" She sipped her tea, the scent radiating throughout the cafe.
"She DID injure her foot. That wasn't a lie."
Raising an eyebrow, Blake asked, "And the other foot? You collected quite a crowd, you know." She motioned to the rest of the cafe, which had no doubt witnessed the man massage Weiss.
"Uhh…? Well… I mean, she's cute and needed help, so it's not like I can say no." At least the man can use the gentleman angle to save some face. Weiss' injury was far from debilitating, but as if he was going to pass up helping her; free coffee or not, Weiss asked himfor help.
Blake's smile widened. "So, I assume you massage any old girl's foot if she was, 'injured,' right?"
"She was injured! Stop saying it like she wasn't!"
Blake put down her tea and put her wrist to her forehead. "Oh, my, I seem to have come down with something. Please, kind sir," she says as she raises a long leg. The man noticed that she's wearing an impossibly tight pair of black pants to complement a white button up; both seemed rather small on her, or at least, Blake enjoyed showing off her figure. She had quite a bit of cleavage visible in addition to her top basically hugging her curves. Placing her foot above the man's lap, she joked, "Would you be so kind as to massage my feet?"
"I mean," the man said, pushing Blake's leg aside. "I wouldn't say no… Though, now I guess I have to be faithful to Weiss. Can't have her walk in on me massaging another girl's foot."
Blake chuckled. "My hero. And I was right, you didn't mean to ask her out, did you?" She sipped more of her tea.
"Honestly, no. Not that I'm not happy I did."
"Mistakes into Miracles," Blake said, finishing off her tea. "Coincidentally, that's the book I need to pick up. You ready to go?"
"I'm good."
Blake lead the man to the Vale Library, waved at the librarian she apparently knows, and starts searching through shelves.
"You like reading?" Blake asked, fingering through an assortment of textbooks. She picked one about Grimm out and leafed through it. "I imagine not textbooks, but, you catch my meaning."
"I should probably read more, but sure."
"Everyone should read more," Blake said, closing the textbook and moving to another shelf. "If they did, they might realize that there's no reason to kill each other over such stupid reasons." She eyed a book with a prominent cover art featuring the violent White Fang logo.
The man decided to leave that note where it is, marking that Blake probably didn't think highly of the violent path the White Fang have taken in recent years. Judging from her tone, she had a lot to say, but not a lot of want to say it, at least to him. He pushed the subject to, "New Releases?" assuming that's where Blake's book was.
Blake looked to the man's finger, then to where it's pointed. "Actually, yes. Why they rearrange these stores so often, I have no idea." Taking a few steps, she picked out a book. "Ah, yes! I've been waiting for this!" Taking a quick look at the back, she scanned the reviews, smiles, but keeps silent.
Without prompting, Blake answered, "It's from one of my favorite authors, Patty Berdioler. She's a great writer, and this one is about a young woman given the opportunity to make a wish."
The man thought for a moment and tried to recognize the name for a second. Berdioler sounded vaguely familiar, but he can't place it. Ignoring that, he said, "Always a nice set up. What does she wish for?"
Blake pondered for a moment, then said, "Well, I haven't read the book, but allegedly she wishes for…" Her pause held for a moment longer than one would expect. "Well, spoilers. I can't say for certain."
As Blake turned away from to purchase her book, the man imagined seeing her blush. Wait… no… Was it possible? Maybe…
"Wait a moment…" the man said, starting to remember where he knew that name from. "Isn't that the writer of that one por–"
Blake shot up in shock the second she heard you start to talk. "It's not what you're thinking! This is different!"
The man grabbed a copy of the book Blake picked out and looked at the back. Blake turned back, trying to grab it from his hand, but he outmaneuvered her. Reading a blurb, he confirmed that he did recognize the author's name. "From the writer of Ninjas of Love~" he teased, drawing out the name of the well-known trashy romance novels best known for hot and shockingly horny girls being swept up in ninja politics and rather graphic sex scenes. Otherwise, Blake was excited about a book from an author known for smut.
"Please stop," Blake said, putting her copy of the book over her mouth in an attempt to hide her reddening face behind it.
"…Comes an erotic thriller about a…" Blake lifted her book to cover her entire face as the man continued on. "…A lonely Faunus who wishes for a romance like no other and a man who can satisfy her need to be the wildcat she is." To busy giggling to read the rest out loud, the man asked, "Did I just read something about a milk bowl!?"
"Shut up!" Blake whispered as her stature shrunk. "It's not porn! She's an acclaimed author!"
"One with a history." As the man looked at Blake hiding behind her book, he realized that she said that Patty Berdioler was one of her favorite authors; thinking about it, that could only mean… "Oh, my god, you read Ninjas of Love!?"
"Don't you DARE tell Weiss! Or Yang, or anyone!" Blake shouted, confirming her love of the smut series. "It's not just sex! There's politics, and espionage, and–"
"Romance, from what I've heard. Lots and lots of romance."
"…and romance," Blake said in defeat. "Look, it came at a good time for me! Can I just go buy my book!?"
The man nodded, allowing Blake the freedom to purchase her smut about a girl that wants to be treated like a pet. While he'll leave it here for the moment, there wasn't much chance that he was going to let this whole thing go. He is never going to let Blake forget that she enjoys reading trashy smut novels, so this was a great start to his relationship with her.
A bit sullen, Blake left the library with the man next to her. They began the journey back to Beacon, walking together. "So, what would you wish for?"
"Hmm?"
"If you had a wish? Like, I don't know, bajillion dollars, super gun, world peace…" Blake started to open her mouth, but the man slipped in, "A romance like no other?"
Whining slightly, Blake said, "Well, right now, I'd wish that you hadn't found that out." Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face and continued, "Though, world peace sounds nice. We have too much to worry about as it is without people being at each other's throats. Grimm are only getting bolder thanks to the bombings." While her face was just embarrassed, it was now harsh and angry.
Well, the plan to lighten the mood backfired. Now Blake was on about terrorism… "Well, depending on how Weiss and I get along, I'd be getting the bajillion dollars anyway, so world peace sounds nice."
"Grand ambitions, I see," Blake said, her face shifting from upset to entertained. "You've had what, half a date and you're already on about marrying into the family?"
Glad to see this path worked, the man said, "I could do a lot with all that money! Like, good things! Not just buying yachts or whatever rich people buy; I could like, fund education or something."
Blake giggled. "Well, that took a turn. And here I thought you'd spend your, 'bajillions,' on something childish. Well, if you do usurp the Schnee throne, please make a donation to all of the Faunus Right's groups in my name; just to spite that scum that runs the corporation now."
The man thought more about how the infamous Jacques Schnee was the father of his newly acquired girlfriend. "Dear old dad… Oh, I know! Once I marry Weiss, I'll put him in a really crappy nursing home run by Faunus."
"I might have to steal you away from Weiss if you keep whispering such sweet nothings into my ear," Blake laughed. "Do go on; I love dirty talk." Her former anger had faded into pleasant joy and lightness brought on by the comments about Jacques.
Blake and her companion spend the rest of the walk back to Beacon discussing the long-term plans for humiliating Jacques Schnee and getting revenge for all the awful things he's done. Interspersed are comments about Blake's love of history and her encyclopedic knowledge about the White Fang and what is used to stand for. They eventually reach her dorm, where the man dropped her off and talked to Weiss about the upcoming date.