A man was awoken by his phone going off. Yesterday had devolved from playing video games with Blake to playing video games until about three in the morning and that was about it. While the first day of vacation was living life to the fullest, the second was started with the sound of a ringtone rather than that of bacon sizzling.

A bit hazily, the man answered the phone and shifted upward. He cleared his threat to make it sound less obvious that he was just sleeping and said, "Hello?"

"Hi, Sweetheart!" Weiss said from the other line. As opposed to the man, she was clearly alert and cheery. "How has your day been?"

Lying, he said, "It's been going great."

Weiss responded with, "You're in bed, aren't you? I can hear your voice and it sounds tired."

"Technically, it's a couch, but yes. You woke me up." The man took a second to look at his scroll for the time. "It's only 11ish."

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart!" Weiss said, genuinely upset that she woke the man up. "I forget how the time zones work; I've been up for hours already. I wish I could sleep in, but father wanted me for a business meeting, and then I had a photoshoot to attend to… Ah, so busy."

"No, no, it's fine. Best not to waste every day sleeping. I didn't think Blake liked to sleep in. Glad I gave her the room."

"Oh, you ended up on the couch? I'm so sorry."

"It was my choice, Weiss. Blake deserves her privacy, plus it's comfy here, I promise."

"So, what have you two been doing?"

"Yesterday, we just sort of slept in and stayed inside. We played one of Yang's games, but then she went back into her room. She made breakfast and dinner."

Weiss sounded interested. "I haven't seen her cook. Did she teach you like she said she would?"

"I followed her, seeing as I'm like five feet away from the kitchen. I've gained the ability to cook salmon."

Weiss paused. "She… does like seafood. Do you have any plans for the week?"

As the man thought about it, he had nothing going on. Weiss was the one who usually suggested places or events around town, plus he was content to laze around. "Not really." He thought of a way to score easy brownie points. "I was planning on taking you to the town square when you get back; it's all decorated for the holidays."

Weiss audibly swooned. "Eight more days! Oh, I'm so excited! It's so boring here without you; I'd even take Ruby's constant badgering over father's meetings." Now that was almost out of character.

"I imagine. What are you doing? You already said you're busy."

Weiss took a breath, then sighed. "What aren't I doing? He's signed me up to start piano lessons again, I have a concert to perform for, singing lessons, two galas, and, 'Proof your runaway school is teaching you something.' Father's attendant has something planned again."

"He's going to have you fight again, isn't he?" The man recalled the story Weiss told him about how she got her scar. In a bid to tame her, her father set her up to fight against a Possession-Type Grimm Knight; the creature was leagues above what any novice was supposed to be able to defeat, but Weiss triumphed nonetheless. He's still amazed at RWBY's combat skills. "Be careful."

Weiss huffed. "I'm expected in our training area in a few minutes. I'll be sure to show them both that I've grown stronger thanks to my team. And you, of course!"

A thought struck the man. If nothing else, it'd be something to do and help him better his friendship with Blake. Thinking about RWBY's skill level, he said, "You know, I think I'll try sparring with Blake. If she helped you get stronger, I might as well take advantage of that." Weiss affirmed the decision. "Good luck with your training, Snow Angel!"

The man heard Weiss shudder again. She loved being called pet names. "One more thing before I go, Sweetie. Remember when I said I had a photoshoot earlier?"

"Yes."

"Well~" Weiss hummed, clearly smiling wide. "It was for an article about the Schnee Heiress being a huntress. You know, tabloid stuff, but father had a cameraman come in and set up his equipment here in the mansion." The man quickly thought about how casually Weiss threw out the word, 'mansion,' but said nothing. "After we were done, I… convinced him to leave the room for a bit and…" She began giggling. "I missed you a lot, so…"

"Weiss?"

"I took some of my own photos and saved them to my scroll~" Weiss was positively giddy. "I'll send you a folder as soon as I can, I promise! But it HAS to stay a secret!"

Suddenly very excited about what Weiss could have taken pictures of, the man said, "I am very much looking forward to that!"

"The password is my favorite coffee shop!" Weiss said. "I'll send them as soon as I finish with training!" There was a faint knocking sound somewhere on Weiss' end. "I'll talk to you soon!"

"Talk to you soon! Bye, Princess!"

"I love you!" Weiss sung, stretching out the words to taste their sounds. Before the man had time to process the sentence, she hung up with an, "Oh!" Though abrupt, her words carried a significant amount of meaning.

It was official. Weiss said, "I love you." That was the first time she had said it in the months she'd been dating. Though, judging from her sudden hang up, she was definitely aware of what she said and the meaning behind it. Though she was ready enough to say it, she was too nervous to hear the answer to it. Of course, if she was ready to commit... And, considering she was about to send the man a private, password-protected folder, he was definitely willing to say those three little words. He didn't exactly wonder what would be in that folder, considering her tone and want for secrecy. Maybe yhe ou had gotten a few things wrong about her; though he was making a fair assumption, Weiss Schnee did not seem like the woman who would send dirty pictures based on her upbringing. She seemed the type to wait until marriage to consummate, and she was nervous enough about PDA.

As the man waited, a yawning Blake stepped out of her room, then wandered into the kitchen. "Morning. Afternoon? Whenever."

The man quickly threw a blanket over his erection once Blake walked in. Weiss' promise of a future gift left him with a hard on, and you felt it'd be pretty awkward if Blake had to see that. It was best to not let her get too many ideas about him and Weiss before his girlfriend was ready to tell her.

"Not quite afternoon. 11:15."

Blake began rummaging in the fridge. "Ah. I heard you talking. Weiss I assume?"

"Yeah. She's been busy today. Sorry if I woke you."

Blake pulled out a few slices of pizza from the fridge. "Don't worry about it. I don't want to be a layabout every day." She yawned, then put her lunch in the microwave. "So, you want to do anything? I want to go out for a bit, maybe see the sun at least once over break."

Knowing at least one thing to do, the man said, "Actually, yeah. Weiss was talking about her training and it got me thinking about RWBY; you guys are something else, so I thought maybe we could spar a bit?" He sat up, suddenly realizing that he was hungry. He joined Blake in the kitchen, then said, "Then maybe we could do something downtown later?"

Blake pulled her lunch out of the microwave and answered, "Well, I'm going to have to burn this pizza off somehow." She took a bite, patting her stomach. "Sounds like at least part of a plan. What kind of training is Weiss up to?"

"Do you know about how she got her scar?"

Taking a moment to pull up a chair, Blake pondered for a moment, then said, "No, actually, unless I'm forgetting. She didn't seem eager to talk about it."

"I'm sure you're aware of her father," the man said, not as a question. Blake responded with a scornful scowl. "Before she was allowed to go to Beacon, she had to prove she could handle herself. You know about those Possession-Type Grimm? Geists, I think?"

Blake shook her head. "Vaguely. They're rare, aren't they?"

"And powerful. They can possess objects and make them move and all, plus assimilate more. I don't know the whole story, but Weiss had to fight one dwelling in a giant suit of armor. That's when she got the scar."

Blake munched on her pizza and breathed out a long breath. "Father of the year. I knew she had to prove herself, but wow, that man is even worse than I thought."

"Yeah, and now she's going up against another Grimm to prove she's actually learning. Seriously, you four are leagues above the other teams."

Blake looked to the side, blushing a bit. "Save maybe JNP– well, Pyrrha at least. Thanks, but I guess the four of us have our reasons why." Her eyes wandered back down to her plate. "God, there's still a lot I don't know about her…" Blake took a moment to compose herself, then met the man's eyes and said, "You know me and Weiss haven't been the best of friends. I have my stories, and she has hers; I guess part of me still assumes she lived as a princess her whole life."

"I assure you, she had her share of hardships. They might have been a bit different compared to other people, but she's not just a spoiled little princess."

Blake shifted from a bit somber to smug. "And yet you call her one." She noticed the man jump a bit at the mention. "Yes, I heard the last bit of your little talk. 'Princess~' It'd be cute if it wasn't so cheesy." She giggled a bit, then finished her pizza.

A bit embarrassed that Blake heard his conversation with Weiss, the man said, "Shut up," in a defeated tone. "What would you suggest as a pet name?"

Blake cocked her head to the side. "Honestly, I'm not that into pet names. I mean, I guess it's out of love, but, 'pet,' makes me think possessive." She paused, her tone turning significantly more serious. "Possessive isn't something you want in a relationship. Not to a bad degree, at least."

The man tried to think of exactly why he called Weiss different pet names. Of course, she absolutely loved them; she liked a lot of the stereotypical/classic things like coffee dates and ice cream. "I'd say they're just cute? I don't know really, but maybe it's finding a trait your partner loves? I mean, Weiss isn't technically a princess, though she definitely likes being treated like one. It shows I think of her as my princess? Wow, that's sappy."

Blake laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, that's very sappy. I mean, I guess they're kinda cute. One of my books has, 'Kitten,' which is much more… enthusiastic than, 'Magenta.'"

The man dwelled on it for a second before realizing, "I love you, Kitten," did sound better than, "I love you, Magenta." He agreed, "Less cumbersome for sure." He dwelled on it for another second before recalling where he heard the name Magenta used. "Wait, is said book that porn one you got a few months ago?"

Blake looked frightened, then remembered the man already knew about her reading habits. "Ugh, yes. I can't believe you could pin that. Changing the subject, 'Oh, Blake,' is a bit harsh with the, 'k,' sound."

The man decided to let Blake off the hook about her smut, though he realized her hypocrisy. She thought pet names were possessive, but he remembered that her book's back cover detailed that the story was about a Faunus who wanted to be treated like a cat behind closed doors, i.e. like a possession. "A bit. I'll save you the trouble and say I'm not going to choose your pet name."

"I would not want you too, if I'm being honest."

"Though, the best I have right now is, 'Bookworm.'"

Blake glared at the man. "And Weiss actually likes you? Wow."

Both Blake and the man laughed it off and got ready to go out for the day. The man eagerly looked forward to getting back and seeing what Weiss had to offer.