So, I know a lot of people didn't like how last chapter's resolution with Weiss went. I'm not sure why people always say "but Coeur won't even read this" on their negative reviews. I mean, if I wasn't going to read then it wouldn't matter if they were negative or positive, would it? And if I was only reading the good and not the bad, well, I'd have to read it anyway to tell which is which. There's no thumb up or thumb down to tell me. Anyway, I do agree with you. I expressed my own concerns about last chapter in the notes. The Weiss and Adam issues aren't yet over, so don't consider it "resolved". If anything, they've only gotten over the first hurdle, and increased pressure from her family will soon make her really confront things. Explosively.

In planning, there was a more immediately dramatic option that maybe people would have liked more. In that idea, Adam exposed his scar and Weiss was so shocked, appalled and hurt that she fled Beacon, essentially becoming the Blake that kickstarts the docks moment. (This obviously took part before the docks). I decided against that mostly because it felt contrived, even if the conflict was good. I thought it would be too weird to have different teammates lead to the exact same event as canon. Recycled, even.

Maybe I should have kept it regardless, because it would have involved Adam being forced to confront his anger for Weiss, go out to help her and even have the White Fang he fights reveal his past to all of Team RWBY. It worked well in the plan, but it just felt so… similar to canon. Identical, even. That's the only reason I didn't run with it.

Anyway, on criticism, you guys should never feel afraid to dislike or criticise my works. That's normal. I'm never going to hunt you down for disliking something, lol. In fact, the reason College Fool and I have such a great back and forth relationship is because CF wasn't afraid to criticise my work, because I found the criticism really well thought out and useful and wanted to talk more about it. We became fast friends after, and that kind of stuff helps me, and any writer, improve. In a lot of ways someone pointing out the flaws I've made and the opportunities I've missed is a lot more useful than someone writing "It's good" in a review.

This is just to let you all know I've read your criticism, taken it on board and will be working to try and improve it. Thanks for taking the time to write it down, because I know it would have been easier to just scoff, push away from the screen and say, "screw it, he won't read it or care anyway."

Cover Art: JustFun101

Chapter 26

"You like Adam?"

Yang looked around nervously before nodding.

Ruby grinned. "That's great!"

"Is it? I'm not so sure."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Dating among teammates is a bad idea," she said. "What if something goes wrong? It's not like you can just walk away and never interact again. We'd be stuck working with each other for another three years."

"That's only if something does go wrong," Ruby pointed out.

Yang was such a worry-wart. What was wrong with her liking Adam? He was cool, nice – at least to them – and a great partner. Ruby loved the idea of him and her sister getting together. They'd even gone out partying together. Yang didn't do that with just anyone, and Ruby doubted Adam did either.

"You're perfect for one another!"

"Are we?" Yang slunk low on the table.

"Why are you so unsure? You're the one who says you like him."

"I said I think I like Adam. Not that I do. I think it."

Oh come on. What was the difference? If you thought you liked someone then you probably did, or at least that was how Ruby had heard it. She'd had puppy crushes on a few older boys in Signal, usually Yang's friends, and that always seemed straightforward. Blushing, inability to speak, not being able to meet their eyes, racing heart. The usual.

"You should ask him out."

"What!?" Yang looked horrified at the thought. "No way."

"Why not?" Ruby pushed her hands on the table and leaned over. "The dance is soon. Ask him to that. It's the perfect opportunity."

"But I'm not sure if I like him or not."

"Then use it as a test." Ruby said in what she felt was a reasonable manner. "You always told me dating a person doesn't mean you're together, it means you're trying it out. Well, try it. See if you have fun as a friend or something more."

"Maybe…"

Ugh. This must have been reverso-day. Yang was usually so confident about these kinds of things. What was the point in telling her she liked Adam if she wasn't going to act on it? Was she hoping I'd shoot it down? Come on, sis. You're better than that.

"I could ask him for you if you like."

That got a reaction. "No! No, no, no! I'll ask him. I'll do it."

"I can be subtle," Ruby said sulkily.

"Yeah, right." Yang laughed awkwardly, a little amused but still panicky. "I'll ask him to the dance, okay? You're right, it's a good chance to see if I'm not just imagining things. Being so close to a guy and making friends with him and all, it's probably just making me assume something is there."

Sure. Except that neither she nor Weiss were falling in love based on proximity. Ruby kept quiet on that, knowing that if she used the L-word Yang would go into even worse denial. For now, she'd pretend to believe it was just a phase.

"As long as you ask him out. You won't get an answer just sitting around doing nothing."

/-/

"I'll trust you to find the right moment to tell them, but it has to be before the tournament begins. That's the limit I'll place. Does that sound fair to you?"

"It's fair." Adam said. Weiss could have demanded he tell Yang and Ruby the truth immediately and he would have, but this was something best handled on a one-by-one basis. That way he could answer their questions and give them time to think without causing a riot. "What about you? Are you going to tell your sister you know the truth of what I am?"

"I haven't decided that yet. If I do, she'll hold nothing back in telling me exactly why I shouldn't trust you. It's easier to feign ignorance. Though if I do that, she'll continue with the passive-aggressive treatment."

"That's fine with me. I can handle it."

"Yes, well, you shouldn't have to and I'm not going to be a part of the reason you face it." Weiss decided things quickly, and that was that as far as she was concerned. "You get enough problems as it is without my own sister making more. I will deal with her."

"Winter is going to think I've corrupted you…"

"Winter will give me the credit of making my own mind up, or so help me I will make sure she knows how displeased I am. I supported her when she left the family to join the military. The least she can do is trust me to make my own decisions."

Such familial interactions were beyond Adam, who couldn't remember his parents as anything more than other miners comments on how hard-working and amicable they'd been. He wondered for a moment what life might be like with a brother or a sister, before deciding he'd probably be a bad one either way. It was for the best there weren't two Taurus running around causing problems.

They found Ruby and Yang in the cafeteria, sweaty from morning training without them and whispering to one another over half-eaten food. They must be wondering what Weiss and I have been talking about, he thought, approaching from the side. Ruby saw them first, grinning and waving while Yang flinched and looked over, smoothing her face over with a cocky, lopsided grin.

"So," Yang said. "You two look like you're okay now."

"Adam and I have sorted out our differences." Weiss said. "I'm pleased to say our issues have been resolved."

"What issues even were those?"

"We argued." Adam deflected. "I said some stupid things last night."

"Is that why you never came back?" Ruby asked Weiss. "Where did you even sleep?"

"Infirmary. And yes, it was. It's over now however, and we're on better terms than we have been since the team formed."

Weiss sat down on the bench beside Ruby, leaving Adam to take the spot by Yang. Ruby looked happy at that for some odd reason. The same couldn't be said for Yang, who scooted away to create more space. It couldn't have been him who smelled since he hadn't trained. Perhaps she didn't want someone next to her before she'd had a shower. He could relate to that.

"Going to tell us what it's about?" Ruby asked.

"We weren't planning to." Weiss answered. "Why? Are you going to tell us what you and Yang were whispering about?"

"No!" Yang said sharply.

"It was a jest, Xiao-Long. I don't really care. Though now you sound so nervous…"

"We were talking about the dance." Ruby said.

Yang's head whipped to stare at her sister so hard Adam got swatted across the face with her golden locks. Through the strands, he could see Yang mouth `what the fuck, Ruby` rather obviously.

"I was saying how I didn't want to go or dress up and Yang was saying I have to." Ruby said. "She's always trying to get me to do stuff like this. Ugh. Right, Yang?"

"Y-Yeah." Yang leaned her elbow on the table and laughed nervously. "You're wearing a dress, Ruby. That's final."

"Agreed." Weiss said. "You are our team leader. You must show. Don't you agree, Adam?"

He nodded as well. It might have surprised anyone to know, but he knew the value of formal events like this and they did happen within the White Fang. Not annual dances, but being seen in public, honouring the fallen or meeting with wealthier supporters. As a commander, he had to look the part and `the part` wasn't always with sword in hand dripping with blood.

"See. Even Adam agrees."

"I get it. I get it." To his eyes, Ruby didn't look too upset about it all. "That means we're all dressing up, though. Or us three. Adam gets to wear a tux. Do you have one, Adam?"

"Not on hand, no. I expect I can rent one in Vale."

"It's probably what most people are doing." Weiss said. Then, she immediately coughed. "I will be… well, the Schnee family can't exactly be seen to…"

"You're having a custom-made dress worth more than the average family earns in a year created bespoke, aren't you?" Adam asked flatly. Weiss blushed and then bristled, glaring back while Yang and Ruby laughed.

"I can't help it! I'd be fine with just any dress, but my father would throw a fit."

"Hmhm. Typical Schnee."

The insult – so common from him – came without its usual razor sharp edge. Weiss appeared to recognise that, pausing for only a second on hearing it before rolling her eyes and not rising to the bait. It felt… comfortable. Almost flirtatious. Adam grimaced and sipped his juice. This was better than outright hostility, but he didn't want to take it too far the other way.

"We need to get a suit and two dresses then." Ruby said. "We should all go out this afternoon after lessons and do that together. Get it done in one go. Yang won't let me pick my own out anyway, so we might as well do it together."

"Damn right I won't, sis. You'd come back with combat boots if I did."

"Isn't this already a dress?" Ruby poked at her skirt.

"No." Weiss and Yang said in perfect unison.

Adam chuckled. While the idea of being dragged out shopping with the girls wasn't exactly what he'd call an enjoyable experience, it might be an opportunity to talk to them. Weiss was giving him a look that said he ought to accept, and to be honest he wasn't about to say no just to spit them.

"I don't mind," he said. Ruby's face lit up. "I do need a suit as you say, and those kinds of stores are usually close enough together. I imagine the place will be packed out come the weekend, too."

/-/

Lessons went by without any real issues and Ozpin responded to Adam's scroll text with his permission to leave school to obtain a suit, even wishing him good luck and that he enjoy himself. Goodwitch was also apparently in a good mood, mostly because she didn't call on him to fight and focused much of her attention on trying to fix the gaping holes expressed in the Winchester vs Arc matchup.

By the time the afternoon came about, Team RYST had gathered at the Bullhead docks still in their school uniforms and taken a shuttle into the city. There wasn't the time to change if they wanted to make the mall before the stores closed at eight.

"Let's do Adam first and then he can help with ours." Ruby said.

"Or we could do both at the same time," Yang suggested.

"Nope. This is a team shopping trip. That means we do it all together."

Adam and Weiss shrugged, even if Yang looked far more annoyed with her little sister. He didn't personally see the problem, and Ruby did make a good point about team cohesion. Little things like this, small as they may have seemed, did help build and fortify relationships between members of a squad. It was undoubtedly the same reason as to why Beacon made teams bunk together even if there was more than enough room to segregate by sexes.

The mall was bustling, and they had to fight their way up to the second floor. Luckily, the rental shops for formal attire were much less busy, especially on a weekday. There were two side by side, one for men and one for women. Both accommodated wedding attire as well as formal, with the men's having a full groom and best man suiting service.

Inside, rows and rows of suits hung from lines along each wall, with two changing rooms at the back covered by dark green curtains. An older gentleman behind the wooden counter looked up at their entrance, eyes glancing up to Adam's horns in an unmistakeable way.

"Sir. Madams." He inclined his head in welcome. "I see from your uniforms you are from Beacon. The school dance, is it? I've had more than a few young men come by already." He produced a tape measure from behind his counter. "If you would come this way, sir."

Adam walked up and stood with his arms out, letting the older man measure his chest, waist, shoulders and arms. He was professional and efficient, but his eyes never rose to Adam's face again, and he didn't speak. Once he had the measurements, he indicated Adam toward the rack of suits on the left of the store and went back to his counter. Whatever his feelings, the man knew better than to upset students from Beacon.

Besides, he didn't need any further service. He had Yang and Weiss to butt in and decide what he was wearing. The man's opinion – and Adam's own – mattered precious little.

"Black and red will only make it look like he's going with Ruby."

"It's his style," Yang argued. "You can't change that."

"A red shirt will be too garish. How about a red interior lining and pocket kerchief?"

"I still think a maroon shirt would look good."

"Absolutely not!"

Adam let them argue. He didn't really care what he wore so long as it wasn't out of place, and the colour of his shirt mattered little. Red was what he normally went with, but when Weiss eventually argued Yang down to white with red trim, he shrugged and accepted what was pushed into his hands. Thankfully, they'd both drawn the line on a red bowtie. Adam wished they could have drawn it on wearing a bowtie at all, but formal was formal. He took the suit and stepped into the changing room, emerging a few minutes later.

"Very handsome." Weiss said.

"Whoah!" Ruby bounced up and down. "You look really good, Adam. Hey Yang, don't you think he looks good?"

Yang had been watching him intently as well, but she looked away suddenly on having attention drawn to her. "It's alright," she mumbled. "He looks good enough, I guess."

Adam's eyebrow rose.

"The bandage is out of place," Weiss said.

Ruby sucked in a breath, eyes growing wide in panic. "W-Weiss! That's personal, you can't just-"

"Do you have a spare one in black you could wear?" she asked him, ignoring Ruby and looking him straight in his good eye. "Black would go much better with your suit and not be so glaringly obvious."

Adam looked back, aware that both Ruby and Yang were expecting an explosion or argument. He closed his eye and nodded. "I can speak to Tsune. If not, I'll fashion one out of some black cloth."

It was a disarming moment and Ruby and Yang both looked relived. That relief continued when rather than argue and get defensive, he allowed Weiss to pay for his suit. He did ask why and received a reply he could be content with.

"My father set me a budget for formal events, and I want to max it out to annoy him. I'm buying Ruby and Yang's dresses as well."

"Then max away," Adam said, smirking.

The man behind the counter rung up the rental and offered Adam a tag that would need to be returned with it. It was bagged up and they walked out together, only travelling about fifty feet to the next store and inside. This one was the polar opposite of the last, with hundreds of dresses hanging over a store split roughly in two. To the left was wedding dresses and accessories, while the right side was the formal wear one.

"Hello. Hello." A bright-faced young woman approached. She could have been anywhere from eighteen to twenty, and unlike the man in the other store, she didn't pay any attention to his horns. She did his eyepatch, but Adam accepted that. Facial injuries drew attention, especially from civilians unused to hard fighting. "Welcome to Margery's. Are you here for the school dance?"

"Getting that a lot lately?" Yang asked.

"We know all the dates of Beacon's big events. It's kind of important we do."

Yes. To take away any sales or special offers before them. Adam hadn't failed to notice the abject lack of any percent off. These people knew the students didn't have a choice if they wanted to go.

"Formalwear is on the right and the changing rooms are over there. There are some benches if you'd like to sit down." That seemed to be aimed at him and he nodded gratefully, moving over to the padded and cushioned seating area facing the changing room.

He all but needed it. Weiss, Ruby and Yang were like a whirlwind around the store. Well, Weiss and Yang were. Ruby would have loved to sit down as well, he was sure, but was dragged along to look at dress after dress despite constantly arguing she just wanted a normal one in red.

Good luck on that, Ruby. I don't think either of them is going to let you sneak away from this.

Ultimately, Ruby was shoved into a changing room with three dresses to try on. Each was red – he doubted she would budge on that – but they came in different styles and lengths. Despite appearances, Adam wasn't entirely unused to judging women's clothing. He had dated before Beacon, after all. While Blake had always been rather mature and secure on her fashion choices – black and white, always black and white – he still knew better than to shrug and mumble answers when someone came out.

"See!" Weiss said when Ruby did. "You look beautiful like that. Doesn't she, Yang?"

"Absolutely. It suits you, sis. Give it a twirl."

Ruby clutched the hem of her red dress with one hand and poked at the black gauze over her breastbone. There really wasn't any cleavage shown, but the fact it was even remotely translucent had her on edge. Even if it only really showed her clavicle and neck.

"I don't know…"

"It makes you look mature." Adam said. Ruby jumped and looked over with wide eyes. "You look older. Graceful."

Ruby's cheeks dusted with pink and she released the skirt. "Y-You think so?"

"Am I one to throw compliments out freely?"

"No." Ruby looked down, visibly pleased. "Well, I guess it's okay…"

Yang and Weiss exchanged amused smiles. Adam hid his own. It was no lie, but then he also knew the right thing to say. It wasn't hard with Ruby, who so obviously wanted recognition for her skill and maturity, not her age. Blake was no different at her age, always getting angry when someone in the White Fang challenged her. Just like Ruby, she had been more skilled than most people older than her.

"Talk about a smooth operator." Yang said once Ruby was back getting changed. "Should I be concerned?"

"For what? I spoke only the truth."

"So did we and Ruby didn't believe us."

"It's easy to brush away compliments from people who hand them out too freely. You're her sister. Of course you're going to say she looks good. Ruby knows I won't waste words like that."

"Yeah, sure, phrase your bluntness as a good thing, why don't you."

Adam allowed a small smirk, comfortable with the atmosphere. More so than he had been last night anyway. He was blunt. That, he accepted. It was something he wasn't going to change anytime soon, not for Weiss, Yang or Ruby. Besides, he didn't see anything wrong with being honest.

With Ruby's dress chosen and paid for, Yang picked her several ones up and went behind the curtains. Adam remained seated, but the moment the curtains were drawn, Ruby started to complain.

"I'm hungry. Why don't we go get some food?"

"Now?" Weiss demanded. "We can wait for Yang at least."

"Yang will take ages!" she whined. "She always does. Come on, Weiss, we can grab something and be back soon. It's not like my opinion will matter on her outfit anyway. Yang knows what she likes."

"Still, we should wait for her as she did us."

"But Weiss!" Ruby insisted. "I need the toilet."

"I thought you were hungry?"

"I'm both! C'mon, please? Adam can stay and judge. Right, Adam?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

"See? Come on, I'll just keep complaining if you don't and Yang will go through loads of dresses. We'll be here another half hour if we wait."

"Oh for the love of… Fine." Weiss stood suddenly. Her patience hadn't lasted under the surprisingly childish assault. "I'm sorry, Adam, but I'd best go look after this child before she gets any worse." Despite the emphasis she put on the word, Ruby didn't look bothered. "Will you be okay on your own?"

Considering that Yang would be more than able to pick her dress herself, yes. He nodded and watched Ruby drag Weiss away. Before they left, Ruby shot him a quick wink. Adam's head tilted to the side.

What was that all about? I really don't understand her sometimes.

Shrugging, he went back to watching the curtain, waiting for Yang to emerge. It didn't take nearly as long as Ruby suggested. The red curtain swept back, and Yang stepped out, spreading her arms wide for an audience that wasn't there. She froze on realising that, purple eyes widening before locking on him.

"Where did they go?"

"Ruby got hungry and dragged Weiss off. It's just me."

"That sneaky little shit!" Yang hissed, stepping back into the curtains for a moment before thinking better and coming out. The dress she wore was white and hugged her hips and figure. "So," she said, looking at him and then away. "H-How does it look?"

"It's alright. You look good enough, I guess."

Her lips tugged down, and she finally looked back. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You tell me. It's how you judged my suit."

Yang scowled and looked to a nearby mirror, instantly ignoring him entirely. She posed in front of it, first front on and then with her hands on her hips stepping to one side. Adam watched, occasionally catching Yang's eyes looking back at him in the reflection. Only ever for a second. In the end, she drew away. "Do you have to stare?"

"I thought I was supposed to help."

"Then help." Yang turned to him again. "Give me a score of one to ten." Hm. Fair enough. Adam looked her up and down, only to have Yang pull back with an indignant scowl. "What are you doing?"

"Looking. How am I meant to judge if I don't?"

"W-Well yeah, but you can try not being so weird about it."

What has her so upset? Whatever. Adam waited for her to stand still and had a good look. The dress was tight enough that it showed off her curves, and Yang did have them despite only being seventeen. She must have been an early bloomer for a chest like that. Figuring out rather quickly where he was looking, Yang crossed her arms over said chest and looked up impatiently.

"Eight out of ten."

Yang jumped and then asked. "Is that high?"

Adam's eyebrow rose. "It's an eight out of ten…"

"Yeah, but is that good or bad?"

"I'm not sure how to say this, Yang, but it's an eight out of ten. It is eight `goods` out of a potential ten `goods`. Eighty per cent."

"Can you give me a straight answer or not!?"

"Apparently, I cannot." He tried a different tack. "I like the dress. You wear it well."

Yang scowled, spun on her heel and stalked back into the changing room, yanking the curtain across. It didn't take a genius to figure he'd said something wrong, though for the life of him he couldn't figure what that was. He heard a tutting sound from the counter and looked over. The girl behind it pointed to the changing room Yang was in and held her hands up as if asking what he thought he was doing. Adam shrugged back. The girl sighed dramatically and held up both hands.

Adam snorted. Giving Yang a ten out of ten would have been dishonest. That was no insult to her, but a factor of how he rated things. Surely if someone asked for a rating out of ten then ten had to be reserved for hypothetical perfection, something that existed only in theory and could never be achieved. He wouldn't rate himself a ten in anything, because that implied there could never be any improvement.

Perfection did not exist, but there was nothing wrong with striving to reach it. The problem only occurred when people thought they had because they then became narcissistic and lazy. When the curtain opened again, Adam did not gasp in awe at a figure of perfect beauty who stepped out, but he did hum appreciatively.

Yang's new dress was an off-cream so close to white it could be mistaken for it. It had bare shoulders and a flowing skirt this time, not quite hugging her thighs so directly but hinting at a lot more. Slim at the waist and flowing wider up and down, it still presented the hourglass figure but with less… bluntness.

"Well?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

"Nine."

Yang's eyes widened. "Nine? You think?"

Twisting to the side, she looked down herself. The dress criss-crossed lines over her bare back, something Adam hadn't thought could be seen in an attractive way. He was wrong.

"It's a marked improvement."

"It's a marked improvement," she mocked in a deep voice. "Can you maybe offer your opinion in a less robotic way? I know you have emotion. I've seen it plenty of times before."

"I was trying not to make things awkward…"

Yang tensed but didn't meet his eyes.

"It suits you. You can probably make any dress look good and you know that, or you should. You'd have to be blind to not realise you're one of, if not the, most attractive girl in our year-"

"Okay! Okay! Enough!" Yang's face was bright red, and she waved a hand at him. "Back to the robot. Back to the robot."

Adam's eye twitched. "Is there any way I can win at this?"

"You're fine," she said, laughing and still a little embarrassed by the sudden but, in his opinion highly accurate, praise.

It didn't have to mean anything. He could also say that he and Pyrrha were the best combatants in their year, and that was said without arrogance or any feelings toward his bets sparring partner. In the same vein, he could say Jaune Arc was the weakest and hold no enmity toward the boy. Yang was beautiful. So was Weiss and even Ruby was cute in a younger sort of way, but Yang had more of a lively and passionate air about her.

That was very different to what he'd loved in Blake.

"Say Adam…" she spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you…" Yang trailed off for a moment, inspecting herself in the mirror. Her hands came up to fluff her hair, then to twirl her finger in some locks by her left ear. "Do you know Weiss and I are doing some of the arrangements for the dance?"

"You did mention it. Team CFVY are absent."

"Yeah. On a mission."

"How is it going?"

"It's fine, most of the arrangements were already made and even if Coco is a bit of a bitch because she doesn't like you, she'd not caused any trouble on this. I just need to keep the guest list and make sure no one who isn't invited gets in."

"You don't need any help then?"

"Not really. Well…"

"What is it?"

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Adam's eyes widened. "What?"

Yang's eyes widened, flicking to him in the mirror. He thought he caught a little panic in them before she blurted out, "As a friend. N-Not romantic or anything. Teammates."

"As friends…?"

"Y-Yeah." Yang laughed suddenly and rounded on him. Her huge smile split her face in two and she pointed at him, doubling over. "Why, did you think I was serious or something? No way, we're pals but that's all we are, right?"

"Right…"

"Then it's just convenient. I mean, I'm going to be working the front desk for the first half of the dance anyway, so I figured I'd be going alone, but it's going to be boring if I don't get to hang out with anyone. And after I put all this work in, I thought we could hang out. Just as friends," she added again. "Nothing more." Her eyes met his hopefully. "H-How about it?"

As friends, huh? He'd thought for a moment she was asking seriously, but she'd shot that down quickly. Her awkwardness must be because of what happened between us before. Well, there shouldn't be any alcohol this time. Other than that, he hadn't really put thought into going with anyone, but if Blake was and had chosen to accept someone's invitation, he wasn't sure he could handle watching her dance with another from the side-lines. Having someone he could rely on to keep him distracted sounded like a great idea.

"Alright. I'd be honoured to go with you."

"Honoured?" Yang looked back to the mirror with pink cheeks. "Sheesh, I never realised you were such a romantic. We're good, then? As friends?"

He nodded.

"U-Unless you want to go as something else," she said quietly. "I don't mind."

"Friends is fine," Adam said. "No need to complicate things."

Yang's smile didn't falter. "Yeah…"

There we go. I've not really had time to implement a lot of plan changes based on the feedback I've received, but I'll be working to do so form now on. To be fair though, we're not far away from the end of this story. Not immediately close, but maybe 10 more chapters. Twelve at most.

Next Chapter: 9th March

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