While a certain man had learned how to identify pretty much every type of coffee purely by taste thanks to dating Weiss, Blake seemed to know how a cup of tea would taste purely by watching how a person poured it. After a nice lunch of sushi by Blake's recommendation, the two were having a nice snack and preferred beverage as they enjoyed the cheery atmosphere. Downtown Vale was especially lively, seeing as both the Vytal Festival and Nondescript Winter Holiday were on the horizon and everything had banners and lights to mark the occasion. Thankfully, the man and Blake could enjoy everything without having to worry about a car; traffic was bad enough on normal days, but the two were enjoying the schadenfreude of watching the same cars move inches at a time as they sipped coffee/tea.

While it was a little strange to be a coffee shop with Blake rather than Weiss, the company wasn't lost at all. After the spar, he had lunch, and it seemed a great idea to enjoy the atmosphere of the city for a while. Weiss loved to munch cakes and sip coffee while people watching, and doing it with Blake gave him a great perspective in how different backgrounds affected perception; a lot of Weiss' observations were easily identifiable, but Blake had the (potential) ability to tell the state of a couples' relationship from how they walked.

"It's a writing thing," Blake explains, turning away from two people eating lunch across the street who she just diagnosed. "You want to write a book and suddenly you start thinking about why that girl's hair is slightly out of place that morning. Characters, you know?"

"I fail to see how that could give you the ability to know if the guy's cheating on his girlfriend."

Blake looks back at the couple. "No, those two are in love; the man just brushed her hair out of her face and she just smiled wider. New couples wouldn't do that and old couples wouldn't even notice. The man also brought up how long they've been dating."

"Circumstantial evidence."

"To be honest, if I had to guess…" Blake says, narrowing her eyes. As if on cue, the man she was watching reached behind him and pulled out a tiny box holding a ring. "That would happen."

"Well, screw me I guess. Score one for Blake."

"Score many," Blake laughs. "I pick up on a lot. You asking Weiss out being an accident was one I knew immediately."

"I mean, it worked. Is working."

"Now is the time I point out I overheard our newlywed telling the waiter to bring out a bottle of champagne and change the music. Though, to my credit, I bet my weapon that that's where their first date was, and…" Blake pauses to listen to the music coming from across the street. "Yep, cheesy love song. It's almost more of an inside joke than them being romantic; they love it because it played when the met, not because they like the song."

"Wait, you heard that from across the street?" Blake managed to hear a conversation across the street in the middle of downtown, surrounding by other people talking, cars revving, and other city noise.

Blake jumps up with a start, her bow wiggling. "Y-yeah. It's… it's a writing thing. You can turn the white noise out and focus on whoever. I know, kind of voyeuristic, right?"

"But is THAT going to be in your book?"

Blake frowns. "No, voyeurism isn't going to be in my book. It's just a thing. Like, there are some people who can tell a person's height and weight just from their footsteps. It's supposed to be a thing most experienced hunters can do."

"That sounds like a double edged sword, to be honest. It's bad enough we deal with tinnitus on a daily basis."

"At least aura prevents anything permanent." Blake's golden eyes seem to narrow as she spies something she's not quite a fan of. "Work with me and read the room."

Confused as to what Blake was talking about, the man attempts to look behind him only to find abs. Taken aback, he finds himself looking up at a boy with golden hair and a hatred of shirts.

"I knew I'd find you around here!" the blonde stranger says, looking at Blake. "I knew you weren't going home, so you had to be somewhere downtown."

Blake calmly sips her tea, waiting until she was ready to speak. "Hello." She looks at the man, then calmly states, "Honey, this is Sun. The boy I talked about."

The man opens his mouth, wanting to question why Blake just called him Honey. Forgetting the fact a very recent conversation with her let him know that she'd didn't care for pet names, he wasn't dating her. Taking a moment to think, he remembers that Blake asked him to work with her; he starts to piece it together as Sun reaches out his hand.

"Hey! I'm Sun! Blake's probably told you about me!"

Still a bit confused as to what was going on, the man introduces himself to Sun. "Yes, Blake has told me about you." A mix of Blake and Weiss informed him that Sun was the person Blake had spent most of her vagrancy with; that meant that he was a monkey Faunus capable of tangling with Roman Torchwick. It also meant that Blake spent a good deal of time with him, alone and vulnerable. "Pleasure."

"And to you!" Sun says, still somewhat glowing. "So, who is this guy?"

"Well," Blake replies, unenthusiastic. "He did just introduce himself. We live together and thought some coffee and tea would be nice."

Sun's expression hangs for a moment, then suddenly flips as if he was hit by a brick. "Wait, you live together!? Like, LIVE live!?"

"Yes," the man answers, hoping Blake with take it from there. Whatever Blake was up to, she wanted Sun to think he was with her.

Sun's sunny demeanor sort of drops. "Huh. You, uh, didn't… mention you lived with someone."

Blake's eyes betray her pleasure at Sun's realization. "I didn't mention much of anything, now did I? Sort of went hand in hand with the whole runaway thing, after all."

"Well, you mentioned how you were part of the W–"

"–I may have mentioned a few personal anecdotes," Blake interrupts, very, very forcefully. "But there were many that I did not."

"So…" Sun stumbles, unsure of the faint hostility coming from Blake. "I guess you're back now after the whole runaway thing? What've you been up to?"

"Well, I have 'been back,' for a while, now. I've been enjoying having a bed, plus returning to cute little coffee dates." Blake finishes her tea. "Or, tea if you want to be specific."

"A date, huh?"

"Yes. One that you are currently interrupting, if I'm being honest."

"Ah. I see. Well then, I guess I should be heading out." Sun asked more than he actually stated.

"If you wouldn't mind," Blake replies, sternly.

"Uhh…" Sun looks at you and waves. "Later, bro."

The man waves as Sun begins walking away, clearly having expected a very different conversation. As soon as he sees his golden tail disappear behind a building, he asks, "So what was that about?"

Blake, much more pleasant now that Sun was gone, answers, "As you figured out, that was Sun. He's here for the festival, and we wound up together when I… ran away." She calls a waitress over to collect the cups and plates. "He decided to help me in… what I was doing, which I'm not sure how much you know."

"I know you stopped– helped stop Roman Torchwick and some of the White Fang and he helped."

"That about sums it up, actually. He ran into RWBY, flirted with me a bit, then ended up hanging around when I was off on my own. He helped me fight Roman before Weiss and the others showed up."

All of that sounded… not deserving of Blake's attitude towards Sun. "Any reason we're dating now? I feel I need to know in case we have to break up."

Blake lets out a very long breath before looking away. "Well… Sun is definitely a nice person, there's no doubt about that. He does have a habit of missing the obvious; I didn't say anything to him for an entire day, but he was basically my shadow. He made it very obvious he's interested in me, but… the sort of stalkerish thing… He's cute, I'll admit, but I have way too much going on right now, and he didn't take the hint."

"So… You're just going to lie to him?"

"Technically, I didn't lie…" Blake says, very unconvincingly. "We are living together, and this is totally a date! A friend-date, but you're a boy and I'm a girl."

"So, if I tell Weiss that you said we're dating…?"

"She doesn't need to know!" Blake cries, clearly regretting her choices. "Look, I'm sorry! I did tell him I wasn't interested, but he's still trying. I thought this would shut him up, at least until I'm a bit more… wanting to date. I don't really want a partner right now and he's taking that as a challenge."

Not exactly satisfied but willing to accept the situation, the man says, "Fine, I understand." Realizing he was done with coffee and tea, he figures it's time to move along, anyway. "What's say we try and look for gloves and some parts?"

Before releasing herself from the situation she caused, Blake says, "Only if you promise to let ME tell Weiss about this and not blurt it out in some accusatory fashion. I've read enough stories about bad communication and how just talking to each other could solve everything. I'll cover the gloves, how about that?"

"If that's what you want. So, where is this place anyway?"

"Just across from this bookstore not too far from here. I'll show you."

Ten minutes later, the man finds himself perusing a specialized shop that made Dust-infused materials. Everything ranging from blades to wires to entire outfits was on display, most of it wildly expensive. Inspecting a 50% fire Dust blade that could potentially replace his current blade, he saw it was ten times his monthly Dust budget; a pure Dust blade would cost him at least a year's worth of ammo. Deciding he wanted to strongly hint to Weiss what he'd like for a present, he follows Blake over to the items that were conceivably purchasable.

"Lightweight but still incredibly strong, incredibly high tensile strength, and can channel aura easier than most weapons," Blake says, holding up some variably colored ribbons from a box. Next to them were displays of gloves and bracers in a variety of colors, styles, protection, and, of course, cost. "This will be what you're looking for."

The man takes a few minutes to peruse the gloves, looking for something appropriate to what he'd want. He'd have a bit of an idea of how he wants the gloves to function and how they'd do it, so he narrows it down to one pair; the ones he decided on matched his clothes, covered most of his fingers so as not to interfere with grip or touch, and went slightly above the wrist, giving plenty of room to tinker with mechanisms. Inlaid were lines where Dust would best react, so he'd also get the cool side effect of glowing patterns on his hands when he used his Semblance!

"These should do!" the man tells Blake, excited to get to work on creating his new side weapon. "Anything else you want to do?"

"While we're here, we might as well stop at the bookstore, if you don't mind. Otherwise, I'm ready to practice more Anti-Yang Counters in Savage Streets."

"Sounds great!"

Blake reaches for her wallet to pay for the gloves, and then leads the man across the street to a bookstore. He grabs a weapons manual to brush up on tinkering before he starts designing his gloves, leaving Blake to her own devices.