This One Is On Me

"I can't believe you tricked me into this."

"I didn't trick you. I persuaded you to see reason."

"We could've paid people to do this for us." Weiss huffs out a breath, trying to blow the hair out of her eyes as the two of you continue to carry your mattress up the stairs of your new house.

"But you will appreciate the move so much more if we do it ourselves." You struggle to lift the bottom end of the mattress over the edge of the final step.

"Whatever you say. At least all the living room furniture is getting delivered, so we don't have to mess with that."

"You mean the amazing furniture set that I alone picked out and you agreed was perfect?"

"Yeah. That one." Weiss lets go of her side of the mattress and you follow suit, letting it fall into the frame evenly.

"Yang helped with the difficult stuff. And if I remember, you were more interested in making sure every single one of the dishes was perfectly wrapped in that bubble wrap stuff than helping us."

The two of you walk back into the kitchen and begin to unpack various boxes together.

"You know I don't care for manual labor. Which is why I suggested that we pay a company to pack and move our things. But you refused." She puts her hands up defensively.

"It's a complete waste of money."

"I told you, money isn't an issue."

"Having the money isn't the issue. I am well aware that we are perfectly capable of affording it."

"So, what is the issue then?"

"We could spend that money on something else. Like.. I don't know.. donating it to a local homeless shelter or something." You continue moving around the kitchen, placing items in their new home.

"You do realize that you spent over a thousand lien on just the new couch, right? That doesn't include the chairs, lighting and all the other stuff. And for one room."

"Okay, fine. I get it. Well if we ever move again, I will let you pay to have everything packed and moved. Plus it's a little weird to have strangers pack your things. I don't know how I feel about that."

"Oh, we are never moving again."

"You think so?"

"If I have anything to say about it, you and I are going to grow old and die in this house."

"Well that's just morbid."

"I think it's sweet." She nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders.

"Good to know you plan on being stuck with me until you die." You give her a smirk.

"Oh hush. It was 'as long as you both shall live' if I remember correctly. And I plan on giving you absolute hell until the very end. And in this house no less. Not to mention it took almost two years for them to build it for us."

"Only because you kept changing your mind and they had to go back and fix or rebuild nearly everything."

"I wanted our house to be perfect. That's all."

"Weiss, you made them change the bathroom tile eight times." She shoots you a glare. "But as long as you are here, it's perfect to me." She rolls her eyes, but gives you a small smile. "We could live in a grand fortress of cardboard boxes, but as long as they're our cardboard boxes, I'm good."

There's a firm knock at the front door and you tell Weiss you will get it. Lightly jogging out of the kitchen and to the doorway. When you open the door you find the parcel delivery company man standing in front of you.

"Hello."

"Hi. Are you Blake Belladonna?" He looks up from the tablet in front of him to confirm the name.

"That's me."

"Can you please sign here so I can release this item to you?"

"Sure." You quickly sign the tablet and hand it back to him.

He picks up the medium sized box beside him and hands it over to you.

"Have a good afternoon, ma'am."

"You too?" You don't mean to seem so confused. But you weren't expecting anything other than living room furniture to be delivered today. So you have no idea what's in the box.

Carefully carrying it back into the kitchen, you set it down on the island in the middle.

"What's that?" Weiss asks, just as curious as you.

"I have no idea. I didn't expect anything today other than the furniture, did you?"

"No. Just open it and tell me what's in it." She hands you one of the box cutters and you slice the tape open.

After you pull all the packing materials from the box and get a clear view of the contents, you feel your soul drop to your feet.

"Oh no." It's nearly a whisper.

"What? What's in the box?" She looks at you expectantly. When the two of you meet eyes, you try to look as sorry as possible. "Blake, what did you do?"

She prances over to stand near you and peers into the box from the opposite side and grabs the packing slip from your hand. You look off to the side, preparing to face the wrath of Weiss Schnee.

"I know, this one is on me." You try to start to apologize, but you never get the chance.

"Oh, this is completely on you. And the money to pay for real ones can come out of your account, not the joint account." She stomps off a few feet away from you before turning back around. "The chairs too?"

"Yeah. The whole set." There's nothing you can do but accept defeat.

You hear her groan in frustration as she leaves the room. You stare down into the box for another few seconds.

"I'm going upstairs to shower." Her sudden return causes you to jump. "Then you can shower, there may still be hot water left for you, I haven't decided. And then you're taking me out to dinner. As part of your pain and suffering."

"Sushi?" You ask apologetically.

"Absolutely." She turns again and once she starts walking up the stairs you hear her yell back out to you. "And get rid of those stupid things. I'm angry just knowing they exist."

You listen in for another few seconds and hear her turn the shower on before you start to move around the kitchen freely.

"How could I have been so stupid? I paid all that lien for this stuff?" You say to yourself as you pick up the box and carry it into the barren living room

Sitting down in the middle of the room, you begin to pull the contents of the box out.

"I had no idea dollhouse furniture cost as much as actual furniture. Crazy."

You can't help but laugh to yourself as you arrange the tiny pieces as you would have if they had been full size. It looks completely ridiculous. But what else were you going to do with it all until you could figure out how to return it? Might as well make comedic use of it.

As you reach the top of the stairs and walk into your bedroom, you give Weiss a small kiss on the cheek as she brushes past you.

"I'll be ready to leave in like twenty minutes." You tell her as you wander into the closet to grab clothes.

"I'll just be downstairs on the couch." Patiently you wait for her sarcastic continuation, which she promptly delivers. "Oh wait, I can't because the couch you bought us is fit for a mouse!"

"Even if I said I was sorry, you would still be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Sure you aren't." You say as she walks back downstairs to wait for you to finish getting ready.

While you hang up your towel and set your clothes out, you wait for what you know is sure to come. After about a minute or so it happens.

"Damn it, Blake!"

Weiss must've wandered into the living room and seen your tiny display of dollhouse furniture. And you can't help but laugh out loud as you turn the water on and hop into the cold shower.