"I mean, it's more a robe than anything," Blake answered. "It's not a huge problem around other girls, but I've had it for a while, so it's… a bit too short to wear around someone dating my partner." She rolled her eyes. "I'm honestly surprised Weiss was okay with letting me stay over and all, but I might as well try to ease her mind a bit. I needed new pajamas anyway." She held up a large black pajama shirt with matching pants, both featuring deep purple flowers. Smirking at the man across from her, she said, "Cute, right?"
"Am I allowed to answer that?" the man asked, thinking about how the reason Blake was buying pajamas was so he didn't think about how attractive she was. Weiss had more of the stereotypical cuteness and the delicate princess angle, but Blake defined the mysterious seductress, and her shorts definitely helped. He was faithful, but he could still recognize that Weiss' team was full of attractive people for most types.
Blake scoffed and put her pajamas in the cart the man was pushing. Now that classes were done for the semester, the two were picking up groceries and other things for the apartment; Blake was easing Weiss' mind by buying more conservative bedwear, plus food was pretty important. "To be honest, they aren't that cute. If anything, they're for that quiet rainy morning where I'm curled up on a couch with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other."
"That's… specific. Though, that does sound really nice."
"I have very modest goals; really, my plans after graduating involve having a place with a balcony and that's about it." Blake dramatically looked off to the ceiling, pretending to ponder. In a sarcastic airy voice, she pontificated, "I'd look towards the lonely city, taking in the downtown lights as I think about lost love." She laughed off her monologue, returning to her normal voice, "To be honest, it's mostly just my aesthetic. Well, that and it's something I'd be able to afford; no knocks against you, but I do plan on having my own place."
"Sounds reasonable. You've planned further than I have, that's for sure."
"Oh, hold on," Blake said, picking up an air freshener left on a shelf. "This seems nice, plus I hate it when people leave things at random places." She placed it in the cart, then said, "You say, 'planned,' but really, my plans are, 'have a cozy apartment and write a book or two,' both of which are reasonable."
Feeling smug, the man raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of book?"
Blake immediately answered, "Definitely something with a message. I've had an idea about– you're making fun of me, aren't you?" She wrinkled her eyebrows, catching on to how the man was likely asking about smut.
"I mean, yes, but I would like to know. You're definitely the type that would write something good."
Blake softened, adopting a smirk. "If I'm being honest, I've debated on whether or not I want to include a sex scene; like, I know, 'Ninjas of Love, haha,' but there aren't too many," she put up finger quotes, "'legitimate' books that include sex. 99% of the time there's sex in a story, it's either the cheap, steamy way to cap off the romance, or solely for the reader's sexual satisfaction." She paused, suddenly looking like she felt someone was behind her. She looked around, then stared off in a vague direction, confused and slightly annoyed; the man got the impression she was thinking about a specific sex-crazed author. "Rarely there's… meaningful sex? It should be part of the relationship, not the conclusion of it." She stopped the cart, looking at a shelf littered with orange bags. "Do you think there's still any of those laundry pods? I didn't check."
"Can't hurt to have more." The man picked up a bag of the colorful blips that one throws in with their clothes. "Always need them." He thought for a minute about what Blake said; movies and books did tend to treat sex as an end rather than a new step, but he also realized she sort of let something slip. "So, you did just kind of reveal that you read books for sexual satisfaction."
"Ahh–" Blake let out before she closed her mouth. Furrowing her brow, she said, "Ugh. Look, we're adults here; yes, girls masturbate, just like guys. I know porn plays it up, but we have desires as well, some of which can be sated via fine literature. I know how to handle my desires without resorting to propositioning people on the street." She let out a smirk, "Besides, I know full well you and Weiss have yet to do anything x-rated; you'd be a liar if you said you haven't enjoyed yourself late at night, seeing as she'd hopefully be your only sexual outlet." She accused the man with her eyes, asking him to admit it.
There was no point in lying, so the man admitted, "Yes." His pride a bit hurt, he pushed the cart along, embarrassed about the topic of conversation.
Blake smiled, then picked out some dish soap. "Good. I'm glad we can discuss this like civilized people. Weiss and Ruby actively refuse to discuss anything sex-related, and Yang makes too many jokes about a certain male organ to have any sort of meaningful conversation." She led the man towards the next aisles as he considered her words. Weiss definitely came across as old fashioned when discussing things like sex and her body. Ruby seemed the type to squeak every time a dirty word was said, though her sister had a habit of dick jokes, not to mention already having offered to cook for you naked should the mood strike her. That was yet another thing about RWBY; Blake, in addition to her unique physical appeal, could also talk about subjects that aren't talked about like an adult.
As the man thought about it, there weren't many conversations he'd had about sex that weren't awkward, stilted, dick jokes, or Yang asking about whether or not he and Weiss had done it, always to her annoyance. Strange as it was, it was nice to talk about such a topic with some candidacy; he knew Weiss would never discuss her masturbatory habits, especially in a supermarket. Blake was the right kind of mature to be a pleasant conversationalist with such a normally taboo subject, and wasn't too proud to pretend people didn't have needs.
"Glad I can be an adult," the man said as he jokingly picked up a toy sword and began swinging it around, making swishy noises. Blake scoffed, then grabbed a toy gun and fired.
"Bang," Blake said, dryly looking down at the plastic clicking in her hand. She looked down at the neon green and orange dart gun. "Wow, having a real one really takes away from the fun of these; no recoil just feels wrong." She put the gun back on the shelf and said, "I think it's time we continue to be adults and get food."
"Aww. But I felt so heroic."
"Nothing says heroic like frozen pizzas and ramen." The man and Blake skipped over a few aisles to the grocery section of the store. "Though, I did promise some cooking." The dark-haired woman stopped him and the cart at a fridge area and said, "Thoughts on salmon?"
"Fine by me."
"Great! How about tuna?"
"Meh. I'll eat it."
Blake pondered, looked between the tuna and the cart, then put it in. She followed it up by adding several more cans, plus a plate of salmon. "I… like seafood. So, what do you want?"
Both the man and Blake continued browsing the grocery store collecting food. After a short while, the two rolled up to the checkout with a week's supply of food and miscellaneous cleaning items, hygiene products, snacks, anything one renting a room would need. He hadn't realized shopping for an apartment with a young woman would take so long; Blake introduced him to the wide world of glamour products and makeup, which took an extensive amount of time. Blake split the bill for all of the groceries, and soon they were carrying bags a few blocks to the apartment. It was a short trip, as the room was downtown and not too far from anything.
After the man unlocked the door, he let Blake in to the apartment. Yang had already dropped both of them off with a suitcase full of clothes, laptops, and random items, plus their weapon crates, all of which were waiting at the entrance. Shortly after, the two surveyed the living space; there was the kitchen area, populated by a table, appliances, a fridge, and a table with some chairs, then the living room area with a tv, desk and couch. Off to the side led to a small bedroom with a bed, some drawers, and a closet, and past that was a small bathroom. It was a small but cozy living space, better suited to one person, though a couple would probably have a nice time sharing the bed. The man suddenly got bummed out that Weiss wasn't the one that would be staying with him, even if Blake was a cool person; sharing a living space with his girlfriend sounded nice, at least for a short while before things got really serious. It'd have made a good trial run, at least.
"So, you've gone back and forth," Blake stated after having surveyed the apartment, turning to look at the man. "Do you want the bedroom? Because I'm perfectly fine sleeping on the couch." She looked at the sizable black couch, sadly not a foldout.
The man already knew what he should say. Considering she was a guest (and because she was a girl and it'd be the gentlemanly thing to do), Blake deserved the bedroom. "You can have the bed. I'm fine on the couch, too." It'd fit, plus he honestly wouldn't be sleeping a ton, anyway; there were games to be played, movies to watch, and streams to catch.
With a raised eyebrow, Blake said, "You sure? I've had far worse places to sleep. Honestly, a couch is up there for me, especially after the whole, you know, vagrancy thing." She loosened up her posture, shrugging.
The man suddenly wondered what kind of life Blake led to view a small couch as a nice place to sleep. He decided not to press it and said, "Nah, it's fine. I'll probably be up most of the night playing something or be on the computer anyway. Plus, it's polite to give a girl her privacy." He smiled, waiting for the chance to attack.
Blake, not seeing the smirk for what it was, replied, "How noble of you. Weiss must–"
"–Especially when I imagine she would prefer to read in solitude."
Blake frowned, but dragged her suitcase into the bedroom to start unpacking. She called back, "For that, we're ordering pizza and it's on you. Half with sardines, please." She disappeared into the closet and began hanging up her clothes.