Now that Blake was out of a freshly cleaned apartment, a man has the entire day to spend with Weiss before it's back to dorms. Despite Blake cleaning in a skimpy maid outfit, her being around kind of killed the mood sex-wise, so he doesn't think Weiss will be up for a second round. He IS pleased to know that he caught Weiss sneaking a few peaks at Blake when she bent over, though; Weiss hasn't shown interest in girls before, but she was clearly at least intrigued by Blake's famous rear-end. Maybe the power of non-combat miniskirts can affect everyone? Even if it wasn't intentional, Blake clearly picked up how to tease and could put it to great use.
The best part about Weiss being back and Blake being gone is that the man totally gets to cheat. A few days ago, in an effort to cheer Blake up and rile up stalker-Ilia, he took his friend around town in what was essentially a date. The purpose was to help Blake get out of her depressive episode after the two got attacked and he got injured, but it also doubled as bonding time. In truth, he had planned to do all of those activities with Weiss once she got back; now that she was, it was time to be a good boyfriend!
The man makes sure all of his stuff is ready to go back to Beacon. For now, he's done with the apartment, but he still has access to it at least until winter break is over. He props his suitcase next to Weiss' at the door and exits into the breezeway. Weiss waits until he locks the door to hold out her hand; she was wearing a warm, fluffy jacket, and carries a heart-warming smile that eliminates all feelings of cold. Though having sex for the first time was nice, it was also good to be back with her leaning onto his shoulder as they walk towards the first destination.
Seeing as it had been far too long, both the man and Weiss stop by Java, her favorite coffee shop. In addition to having wonderful coffee and treats, it also happens to be the password to Weiss' sexy photo shoots, so even if he found a better place, this was still the best. The toasty inside is a great place to properly catch Weiss up on all of the goings on with Ilia. She takes her turn to rant about all of the events she went through back at home, most of which were directed at know-nothing rich folk and her father. As if potentially lethal training wasn't enough, Weiss had been forced to suffer through people calling hunters fodder, Faunus trash, and basically anyone that didn't have millions worthless
After a pleasant afternoon talking over coffee and snacks, the man leads Weiss around town, taking in the holiday scenery. Though he's seen it a million times over the years living in the Vale area, everything was like magic to Weiss, breathing fresh life to opinions. Capitalizing on the childhood wonder, he takes Weiss to the pet store he took Blake to the other day. After a moment exploring the enclosures with adoptable pets, he's elated to find that Blake-Cat has yet to be taken. Hoping he(she?) remembers, he puts a hand in its fenced area and waits.
Almost crying, Weiss looks at the tiny black kitten hesitate before trotting over to the man's hand. "O-oh, my god, it's so cute!" Blake-Cat reaches his hand, looks up at him, and meows while he scratches its face. "I always wanted a pet! Father said they'd distract me, but look at him! He's so cute!"
The man almost mentions how Blake also referred to a cat as a he without knowing, but he thinks it's best to let Weiss assume that she had exclusive date rights. Brownie points were better if she thought he was doing all of this for the first time with her. Instead, he says, "I know! It's very cute." He scratches Blake-Cat's ears, suddenly feeling strange; partially because he's dubbed Blake-Cat as Blake-Cat, he has a flash where he's petting regular Blake's cat ears. They were still new to him, but he can't quite forget the fact that he now knows Blake is a Faunus. He tries to push the oddly arousing thought of petting Blake out of his head, as he imagines she wouldn't like being treated like an animal.
The man's mind snaps back to reality as he notices Weiss with Blake-Cat on her lap in a weird mirror of his daydream. She was playfully pulling its ears gently enough not to harm it, constantly cooing with pleasure at every noise the cat made. "I love him. Can we keep him?"
"Weiss, it's not a good idea to have a pet in school. Plus, were still on break, and cats hate adjusting like that."
"Aww, I know, but look at him!" Weiss lowers her face to Blake-Cat and nuzzles it. Blake-Cat responds with a pleasant meow. She retreats and continues petting it. "Ugh, I need to just buy a house down here; then I can have as many pets as I want!"
"Not to be that guy, but you can barely clean an apartment, and that's without pets. You would HATE having to clean up after an animal."
Weiss opens her mouth to object. "Then I'm just going to pet this one until I die."
The man almost lets it slip that Blake almost said the same thing. Wow, he's surprised to see the effects the same cat has on both her and Weiss. He lets Weiss have her time with Blake-Cat, wondering if she also caught the resemblance between it and her teammate. Eventually, Blake-Cat falls asleep, causing Weiss to tenderly use a glyph to levitate it onto a bed in its enclosure.
Weiss spends several long minutes longing after Blake-Cat even after putting it to bed. He lets her enjoy the moment for a while, seeing as it was the main reason they came in the first place. Now that they were done with the pet store, the man decides to treat her to one more thing before heading back to the dorms; like he did with Blake, he takes Weiss on a short walk to a toy store.
Weiss' eyes instantly widen as she walks through the glass door into the toy store. It was more a small-scale vintage store, so rather than populate itself with the new generation's interests, it's shelves were packed with toys from about years ago– otherwise, the ones the man, Weiss, and their respective parents would have grown up with. "Oh, my god…" Weiss says, immediately gravitating towards a cluttered collection of shelves. "I remember these…" she says, picking up a small figure from a pile of hundreds; it was a static facsimile of a soldier dressed in very dated Atlas– or, back when it was Mantle– military gear. "My grandfather had hundreds of these back when I was young. He said they were all he had when he was a boy; they inspired him to become a hunter. After he made the Schnee Dust Company, he bought all of them whenever he saw a display."
"Really? All he had?"
Captivated by the box of figures, Weiss continues. "Yes. He was the son of a Dust miner before he started the company. Before he set out to find the start of the SDC, he was just a boy with nothing to his name; his only toys were these cheap soldiers his father could afford. He would talk about all of the stories he'd made with them when I was little: mock battles, fantasy stories, basically fairy tales." She picks up another soldier and inspects it before putting it back. "After he became rich, he wanted to thank the toy company for inspiring him. They were thankful that someone like him would be so outspoken, and they even– yes!" Weiss picks out another toy soldier. This one was notable because it had a more distinct look than the other generic figures; in addition to having a notably broader chest, it was posed to be swinging a large sword wreathed in flame. It also had a long, red scarf trailing heroically behind it, just like Nicholas Schnee was famous for.
"Is that–"
"–Yes! The toy company was so thankful for him and his business that they made him his own special figure! I'd forgotten all about it…" Weiss holds up the figure based on her grandfather and smiles. She looks around the toy shop for a moment before she finds a box full of black, white, and red. "He'd also tell us about his expeditions finding the mines. It was right when Mantle was becoming Atlas, so it was incredibly dangerous, and before they had access to Dust. He led every charge, protecting his workers from Grimm and clearing paths between settlements." She shuffles the box full of Grimm figures around, searching for another specific one. "He showed us his journals, and he even told us about the time he found a Grimm like he'd never seen before. He drew a picture of it, but the only documentation of it was him and his team; nobody's even sure it exists anymore, if at all, but the toy company also made a figure of it."
After a few minutes of searching the pile of Grimm figures, Weiss pulls out the one she described. The man could tell it was old due to the fact that it was far less clean than newer plastic figures; it had a synthetic, shiny texture, like the type of toys he'd find in the closet of his grandparent's house as opposed to an attempt at fur or bone. Still, it struck an imposing figure, as the white mask was adorned with terrifyingly large horns, unlike any Grimm you've seen. Poorly painted red eyes glared out from the bone mask, while a pointed tongue hung from a twisted face. It stood upright on cloven hooves, with massive claws poised to swipe away any would-be hunter. The most interesting thing about it, though, was that thick strands of… something hung off its wrists. Overall, he was VERY happy it's existence was questionable, as he would NOT want to fight something that looks that scary; even just the toy was enough to make him nervous that something like that could have existed. It was also twice the size of the Nicholas figure, making it even more frightening if accurate.
"And you said that there's no confirmation of this thing's existence, right?"
Weiss, seeing right through her boyfriend, says, "I believe my grandfather. He drew the sketch after the fact, and his stories were too detailed to be fake. According to him, it swung those things on its wrists like a whip, and it would swallow other Grimm with a mouth on its back." She turns the figure, showing off a horrifying mouth embedded in its back connected to some kind of organic storage sack. "His stories inspired me to be a huntress. Winter, as well, though she took a bit more from his love of the military figures."
"Remind me not to wander around in Atlas' forests."
"I'll keep that in mind, Sweetie."
With that, the man and Weiss explore the rest of the toy shop. Seeing as he had been there less than a week ago with Blake, he points out all the stuff Weiss would like. In addition to the figure of her grandfather and his Grimm, she ends up purchasing a small music box that played a tune her mother used to sing. The man also picks something up for an upcoming Nondescript Winter Holiday party; now that everyone was getting back from home, they were all doing a gift exchange.
With all that done, the man and Weiss head back to the apartment. They make sure all the lights are turned off, that everything's unplugged, and sweep away any remaining dust. Saying a tearful goodbye to having his own room, the man and Weiss grab their suitcases and call a taxi. Soon after, they return back to Beacon, where just about everyone else has returned from their vacations. There was still quite a while before class starts, so there's several weeks of dorm-based shenanigans left to get up to.