Chapter 48
It was early. Really early. Weiss opened her eyes. A glance over at the clock made her want to gag. Why was it four-fifty-eight in the morning? Ugh. She sat up. A chill ran across her chest, and looking down, she found that she was entirely topless. She blinked. That didn't seem right.
Oh my. Wait, did we...
Her eyes adjusted to the light. No, she wasn't topless, her shirt had just ridden up past her breasts, leaving them quite exposed. It certainly was chilly in the room, dictated by her body's external "thermometers". She quickly adjusted the shirt, to make herself more decent. She looked over at the lump on the other side of the bed. It was inflating and deflating with a quiet rhythm. Her heart skipped. She could barely remember anything that had happened the night before. Something about dinner? About kissing? With Ruby? A warm glow came to her face, remembering the younger girl's affections for her before they went...
...dating? Something like that? Weiss honestly couldn't remember. She did recall falling over. Her bum had just now started to alert her to such a fact. She turned her legs sideways on the bed, placing her feet onto the soft carpet floor. At that exact moment, her body was made violently aware of the headache. Holy gods the headache was real. She nearly flopped back over. Was this what a hangover felt like? Weiss couldn't recall a time she had been as hammered as she had been last night at dinner. She slumped her shoulder against the headboard. It creaked.
I bet it creaked aaaall last night, you naughty minx.
Excuse me? Weiss coughed to cover her intense blush. What the actual hell. Why? Every time? She shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts. Had there been sex last night? Surely not, since Ruby would have been a) too bashful; and b) morally high enough to not take advantage of a drunk person. Speaking of drunk, Weiss suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Her head swam violently. She tried to stand again, her legs fighting hard against the undeniable and unrelenting pull of gravity. She braced her hand against the headboard again, and it did creak, only quieter. Finally, she was on her feet. She wobbled.
"Ugh..."
She tried to talk to herself. Except her mouth fought back. It tasted like death.
Fuck me, I need to brush my teeth. Now, if only I could stand properly.
She took a tentative step forward, not yet trusting her aching legs. She thought about her regular mornings at five am. Normally her morning included a quick workout. She was currently unsure if she could even move her legs properly yet, let alone do splits and lunges. She made her wobbly way to the bathroom, trying not to slam the door behind her. It thankfully clicked softly shut, despite the fact it was kinda hazy in her vision. Lumbering lazily over to the vanity, Weiss checked herself in the mirror. She was knocked aback by the sheer sight of it.
Fuck, now I'm certain we had sex.
Her hair was a disaster. It looked as if someone had detonated a small explosive device in her hair, and then went to town with a can of hairspray. Or glue. Such a sight brightened her cheeks a vivid red. She grabbed her toothbrush and tube of Shi-nee brand paste. Good gods was this stuff awful. But she didn't have to like it, as it was made for sensitive gums. Which she had. Weiss winced as the brush made its way into her mouth. The taste of death on her tongue wasn't reassuring. It almost had a hint of...
Ok, now I'm upset that I don't remember any of this. Like, best night of my life and I can't fucking remember it? Bunch of fuckin' bullshit.
She raised her hand to examine it. Odd. Her fingers showed no signs of any... residue. She gave them a sniff. Nope. Smelled like regular fingers. Nothing seemed out of place. Her tongue felt fine, now that she had brushed the flavour of Satan's fiery asshole off of it, she was only sore on her tailbone, and her legs were wobbly because of the hangover, not from the other thing. Why did she have to be drunk? If she had been sober, she would have remember the bedroom incident! It was so unfair. She spat the toothpaste out, taking the foul taste with it. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve. Except there was no sleeve. She looked down at her attire. Ruby's tanktop? And Ruby's pyjama bottoms? What the hell?
The night came flooding back. There had been skating. It had been great? Maybe? She dropped her toothbrush back into its holder. Which fell on the ground. She pined, bending over to pick it up. Her bum ached from the impact on the ice, the memory of which had just hit her like a bus. So there was skating. Great. But Weiss didn't know how to skate, right? Why was she remembering skating? Oh well. What had happened after that, she wondered. Something involving water? She glanced over at the shower. Two towels lay on the ground. Right. A shower then, that was alright. But after that? Something stirred inside. She couldn't place the feeling.
Wait! The shower! Ruby fainted!
Ah, yes of course! Ruby had fainted in the shower, and Weiss had carried her back to bed! She couldn't quite remember the reason the girl had fallen, but it had not mattered, as carrying the heavier girl had been difficult. Clearly it had been too difficult to dress the girl in her pj's as well. But... why had she put them on? They were too loose in the hips and bust anyway! As if by magic, the pyjama bottoms took that moment to fall down past her hips and collected around her ankles.
Well. Shit.
Weiss pulled them back up, blushing like a tomato. She yanked the strings tight, as they had been tied for a woman with considerably wider hips. Specifically Ruby. A pang of jealousy coursed through her like a raging fire. Why did Ruby have to be so much hotter. All through Beacon, Ruby had been this lithe, skinny girl with no structure, and absolutely adorable. Weiss walked back out into the room proper, collecting an outfit from her bag, frowning over at the sleeping mass of person on their shared bed. Puberty had hit Ruby like a cement truck. How was that fair. It wasn't! Weiss glared at her chosen outfit. Reasonable business pants, and her favourite light-blue argyle sweater. It was put on with haste. She stood up, stretching her arms up over her head, trying to rid herself of the kink in her back. It worked, sort of. She glanced over at Ruby again, smiling over her disdain. How could she be angry at someone so simultaneously sexy and adorable? She couldn't! Maybe she should reward the girl for being so damn adorable.
What about we go buy some food and make her breakfast in bed? It's still way too early for her to be up, we'll be back in time.
Weiss turned this idea over in her head. It wasn't half bad! Inner Weiss was behaving herself today, it seemed. She smiled, strolling over to the closet, collecting her jacket and slinging it over her shoulder, humming quietly to herself. She slipped her feet into her shoes, rocking her ankle to get her heel to obey. With one last look over her shoulder at the sleeping, gleeful pile of Ruby, she left the room. The hallway was ominously quiet. Weiss checked her Scroll. It was only five in the morning, so of course no one was up yet. Not even the rowdy neighbours that had been a mild nuisance last night. Her flats tapped gently against the floor, with a soft thudding of tired legs. She tightened her grip on her jacket, increasing her pace down the hall, her long, flowing hair for once not tied up was whooshing around her waist. She made her way down to the elevators, content with the quiet solidarity of the inside of the small steel box. Her mind wandered to Ruby, again. It had been doing that more and more in the last few months. The bubbly and cheerful brunette had seemed more... pleased with her life in recent days. Yes, she often called about the nightmares involving a certain...
Bing
Weiss jumped slightly. The soft bell of the elevator had torn her from her own thoughts, which were about two or three minutes away from making her violently angry. She waited patiently as the doors slowly opened, before releasing her into the lobby. She strolled out, pushing every ounce of him from her mind. She collected Ruby's keys from the valet desk with a smile, marching out into the cold winter air. It was snowing, of course, thick and heavy like it had been when they left the previous morning. Weiss shivered, pulling on her jacket and beginning the short trudge through the thick, poofy snow that coated the ground. It wasn't windy, which she was glad for, as she made her way to where the Ruby's enormous truck sat, currently covered in a thick coat of white powder. She frowned at it, brushing some of the annoying pack off of the driver's side window. This had been the first hotel she had ever stayed at that had an outdoor parking lot. She grabbed the chromed door handle and pulled, and the door briefly refused to open. Another sharp tug and it gave way, creaking open on its forty-year-old hinges. The overhaul that had been done on this truck the day before at her own resort had clearly missed this aspect. Although, it probably added to the vintage aesthetic she thought as she climbed up into the towering SUV. She slotted the silver key into its slot on the column and turned. The leviathan motor coughed, argued a few times, tried cancelling plans last minute, and whined before finally firing into life with a guttural roar. Weiss smiled. She still couldn't explain why she liked the sound of this truck so much. Maybe because it belonged to Ruby, and it made Ruby happy.
She pulled the column lever down into drive and inched forward, still not fully comfortable with driving in the snow, expensive tires and four-wheel-drive notwithstanding. She felt comfortable with the traction she found, and with a shrug, she pulled the heavy machine out into the early morning traffic. Of which there was none. A quick squeeze of the throttle and she very quickly found herself up to the legal limit, a nervous grin falling across her face. Something about the way this truck made power was intoxicating. It wasn't the brute-force whoosh that her car's twin turbos and all-wheel-drive provided, it was more of a sledgehammer to the spine while shouting sort of delivery. She chuckled, letting off the accelerator. Maybe she shouldn't abuse Ruby's truck without her permission. She settled in, reaching over and flicking on the aftermarket radio.
"Hey, goooood morning Atlas and welcome to Ruby Radio! Your home for all music from the 70's, 80's, and 90's, interspersed with talks about guns, girls, and cars, hosted by everyone's favourite brunette, Me! Ruby Rose!"
Weiss let out a tiny laugh. Right, with Ruby gone from the radio studio, they had taken to playing reruns of her show at five in the morning. It wasn't unwelcome, it was just a little too excited for this early in the morning. She turned it down as the soft feminine voice of Pat Benatar began to play. She pulled to a slow stop at the traffic light in the centre of town, the huge motor idling quietly under the acres of hood. She was alerted to the sound of an approaching car from behind her. She glanced down at the lane next to her as a bright yellow Hunter Rallye-X slid to a slow stop. There were two kids in the tiny bewinged sedan, probably out on a morning joyride. She smiled down at them, remembering her youth, driving that overpowered VHI Arrow early in the mornings on her way to work. Hell, she still drove like a hooligan in the mornings. Albeit with roughly double the horsepower of the kid's car. Clearly the two enthusiasts noticed the way the truck seemed to be vibrating under the force of the engine. He revved his engine at her. She chuckled down at the two kids. Little did they know. The tiny two-litre flat for under the hood was a little over a quarter of the size of the leviathan eight cylinder bestowed to the Blaze-Charger. Weiss popped the column lever up one click into neutral and planted her right foot into the floor boards.
The noise it made was enough to scare all three of them. They clearly were not prepared for the excessively medieval cacophony that the big four-fifty cubic inch engine fired out the tailpipe. The whole body rocked sideways as the motor tried desperately to twist the frame into a pretzel. The young kids seemed flabbergasted at the deafening noise. The light went green, and Weiss popped the transmission back into drive and pulled slowly away, leaving the teens sitting astonished at the stop light.
Kids these days. They don't know that vintage is always superior to modern equipment.
Weiss smiled to herself as she drove through the snowy town, down to the little marketplace she had seen on the way in. She parked the truck, letting the underhood earthquake settle down once more before stepping out into the cold, snowy air. She had to pull her jacket even tighter around herself as the falling snowflakes were threatening to go down her neck. She smirked. Ruby would have made a sweet remark about this being romantic, maybe. Inside the marketplace was less snowy, but still outside, as the large overhanging canopies shielded her and the produce stalls from the snow. Such a sight it was, all of these vendors here, early in the morning ready for sales, despite what some might call abysmal weather. She strolled up to the closest stall, which was covered in a selection of exquisite smelling strawberries and other assorted fruits. The old, grizzled farmer looked at her with a soft smile, and Weiss returned the smile, carefully selecting one of the boxes of strawberries and another of raspberries as well. Without any exchange of words, she handed the farmer the six lien for the two boxes of fruit, and left the stall. She had decided right then and there that perhaps a breakfast of yoghurt and berries would be a wonderful thing to wake up to. Especially seeing as their hotel room had no kitchen to cook anything elaborate in. She strolled down the covered market street, a gentle skip in her step. Everything was fantastic this morning.
"Weiss? Ist das wirklich du?"
Weiss stopped mid-stride. Huh? She turned her head to try and pinpoint the voice that had called out to her.
"Mein Gott, es ist wirklich du. Kleine Schneeflocke!"
Schneeflocke? No one had called her that in a long time. The only person who had was…
"Dean!"
She turned fully around, her hair whipping around in a large fanning motion. Currently walking towards her was someone she had not seen in almost ten full years. There he was, the son of her childhood fencing tutor, the boy she would practice for hours of end with, the boy she had spent most of her childhood with. Her best friend, Dean goddamn Celeste. Without realizing it, she opened her arms and stepped forward, letting herself be encompassed by the boy- no- by the man's arms. Dean wasn't a child anymore. In their youth, Dean had been this scrawny, short, adorable child, shorter even than herself. But now, he towered over her, by likely more than a foot. He certainly had grown up, it seemed.
"Scheiße. Ich hab' dich nicht für immer gesehen. Wo warst du gewesen?"
His accent was so lyrical and sweet, Weiss found herself a loss for words. She also found herself unable to speak for the simple reason that her face was pressed into his unreasonably muscled chest. A wave of heat washed over her face. Had her childhood friend become...hot?
Ruby.
Oh no. A myriad of confused emotions were suddenly knocking at her door. He wasn't supposed to be attractive! That couldn't happen! No! She unwound herself from the amorous hug, clearing her throat and stepping back a few feet, her cheeks slowly turning pink. He raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing her blushing. She turned her face away and coughed quietly, trying to clear the air.
"Hello, Dean. Long time no see, eh?"
The man laughed, smiling like a fool. Weiss tried not to look. Or stare. To no avail.
Oh no, he's pretty. Fucking shit.
"Valean, huh? Hey, I guess when you go to school far away you pick up a new language and forget your heritage, huh Schneeflocke?"
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Even his accent while speaking Valean was beautiful. She had to look away. His perfect dirty-blond hair, his sparkling lilac eyes, the knife-edge cheekbones. It perhaps wasn't fair.
"No, I can still speak our mother-tongue. Don't fret, Dean-bean."
"Dean-bean? How is it you still remember that name after so many years? Wasn't I always the smart one?"
Weiss giggled and slapped him on the chest.
"My university degree says otherwise, Dean."
"Of course. Shall I buy you a coffee and discuss this degree of yours in greater detail? Or did you have a previous fruit-related engagement?"
She blushed, again. Technically he was correct. But Ruby probably wouldn't be awake for another few hours. She had time enough still to catch up with an old friend.
"Of course you're going to buy me a coffee, Dean. What else are you good for?"
The man laughed again, his adorkable dimples becoming suddenly visible. Weiss pined internally. He offered up his arm to her, and without her control, she latched onto him and allowed him to lead her through the market. A coffee shop came into view around the next corner. Quaint, cute, and quiet. All the things that would have made an excellent date for herself and Ruby. She smiled, realizing that Ruby would have loved this little place. Her smile was whisked away just as quickly as she suddenly realized she was now about to have a date with Dean.
Is this considered cheating? I really hope not. I'm not even interested in him!
It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that more than anything else. They sat down at one of the little tables outside, the snow drifting softly down in thick clumps around them. It wasn't cold outside anymore, and the wind had died down significantly. It was cute. It was serene. It was…
Don't say it. Don't you fuckin' say it.
...Romantic.
Fuck you, me.
The waitress came and collected their orders. Weiss was far too entranced by Dean's gorgeous face and the beautiful way he spoke such fluent Atlesian. She ended up ordering a 'uh, coffee I guess', which garnered another sly smile from her new compatriot. She realized she was staring. She looked away, embarrassed again. She really should have refused his kind offer.
"So what are you doing this far from the capitol, Schneeflocke? Visiting family or something?"
Weiss brushed her long silvery hair over her ear, ignoring a few errant curls that had sprung themselves into life because of the lack of shower this morning.
"I'm actually just passing through. We're on our way to visit a friend in Sterbendorf."
He raised an eyebrow at her, sipping from his expensive latte that had materialized before him. She looked down, realizing that her 'uh, coffee' had also been placed before her. She took a tentative sip. It was certainly good. Nothing like the fresh pressed coffee that Klein made her, but a reasonable substitute.
"Who is 'we'? You are travelling with ein freund?"
Weiss stammered.
"Uh, yeah, just me and one of my friends. N-no one special."
You lying little cunt. Ruby is your GIRLFRIEND!
"I see. Perhaps someone… you are dating?"
His line of questioning was both unanticipated and entirely expected. She was dating Ruby. In the last few years, they had been on more dates than probably her parents had, likely tenfold. She really didn't want to think about her parents right now. She hushed the tiny spike of anger that had risen up within her. Her father had been probably the least accepting person of her recently, in a constant state of disappointment with her in recent years. She didn't exactly want to admit to someone she hadn't seen in this many years that she was gay.
Come on. Don't be a pussy. You love Ruby, right?
"Actually, yes, Dean. My girlfriend Ruby is travelling with me."
Weiss took a commanding sip of her coffee, trying to remain composed. What if Dean suddenly thought poorly of her? His expression had changed for sure. It seemed… accepting?
"Your girlfriend? How lovely! When can I meet the beautiful fräulein who has captured your heart?"
He was okay with it! Weiss had a moment of internal cheering, realizing that Dean had been perfectly fine with her being gay. He was alright. She smiled again.
"Oh, she's uh, back at the hotel, still in bed. She doesn't wake up early. Thought I'd come in to town and buy her breakfast."
"You certainly are worthy of the other nickname dad called you, you know."
Weiss frowned at him, still a little distracted by his beauty.
"Don't say it, Dean-bean. I will injure you."
"Dummheiten, Weiss. Or should I say… Snow angel."
Weiss dropped her now empty coffee cup onto the table. She glared at him to no avail. He was just too pretty.
If I had to pick a guy…
Weiss nearly choked on the last mouthful of coffee, her face turning a ridiculous shade of red. She really needed to have a chat with herself about the appropriate times to make such jokes.
Who said I was joking?
Weiss coughed, trying not to drown on her coffee. Dean made a concerned noise.
"Are you alright, Schneeflocke? Should I call for an ambulance?"
She shook her head vigorously, giving a thumbs up to signify that she was alright. She managed to swallow the mouthful of coffee with a great deal of protest from her throat, finally gasping for breath. She panted, trying to look dignified.
"No, no I'm good. Sorry, my brain just tried to kill me. Man, you'd hate to be in my head right now."
"Certainly, Schneeflocke. I really hope I'm not keeping you from anything."
Weiss pulled out her scroll. It was six-twenty. No texts, no calls, no emails. She was free as a bird, for a little while longer anyways. She smiled back up at him, allowing herself to be distracted in his pretty eyes once more.
"No, we're good still. I've got time."
Chapter 49
"All rise for her majesty, Queen Rose, and her mighty Magnum Dong!"
The crowd of onlookers all rose, the sound of shuffling chairs filled the room. Murmurs flowed through the crowd like the ripples in a pond. Ruby wondered why she was looking down over the rather large group of people. Also, why did her bum seem to hurt a little. Ruby looked around. Where was this Queen?
"Prepare for the mating ceremony! Bring in the virgins!"
Ruby was now concerned. She looked down at where she was sitting. A throne? Well, that certainly explained why she seemed to be above everyone else. Wait, did that mean... she was the queen? No, it couldn't be. She examined her clothes. The finest silk of red and gold emblazoned the fine black dress she wore. Something shifted on her head when she looked down, and when she reached up to touch it, she found a cold metal ring encircling the top of her head, resting on top of her messy hair. Except her hair wasn't messy. It was expertly coiffed. And the steel ring? Well, when she removed it and held it in her hands, she gasped. It was a crown! Of gold and Rubies!
"My lady, you should not remove your crown in front of the peasants!"
Ruby looked over her shoulder at the paige-girl who had addressed her. She had sparkling blond hair and beautiful purple eyes. Ruby's gaze was drawn down to the paige-girl's chest, which seemed to be threatening to burst forth from the rather reserved beige garment she wore. Ruby stared. It was intoxicating. Something stirred in her lower region...
"The queen has risen! She is ready for the ceremony!"
What? The paige-girl had so suddenly addressed the populace, exciting an enormous cheer from the crown. Ruby was more than confused.
"Excuse me? Uh, could you please tell me what's happening?"
The paige-girl turned to her, her large bosoms swaying heavily from the sudden movement. The stirring continued. She smiled, her beautiful blond curls bouncing as she cocked her head sideways.
"Oh, my lady, worry not! It is mating day! Oh, look! Here comes the Royal Kitten with your concubines!"
Ruby looked where the busty paige-girl was pointing. There stood a second ridiculously gorgeous woman, wearing an all-black leather cat-suit. Images of Halle Berry flashed though her mind, causing more stirring still. The ears on the top of this "Royal Kitten's" head seemed surprisingly real. In her hands was a lead, connected to a string of young looking women, all dressed in almost see-through sheer white dresses. As she expected at this point, there was more stirring below. Ruby sighed. Wait, had the paige-girl mating? But...that didn't make any sense! The ten women were led up onto the stage where her throne sat. They seemed...excited?
"My lady, are you prepar...oh my heavens you are! Look!"
Ruby looked down. A huge bulge had tented itself under her dress. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to scream. Except, the noise she made sounded like 'Yes, I am the queen and I am prepared!' Ruby whined. The Royal Kitten purred as she unclipped the lead from the first of the young women, unclasping her fluffy handcuffs as well. The girl, whose face was flush and smiling, was lead up to the foot of her throne. Ruby wanted to yell at everyone.
"Would somebody PLEASE tell me what's going on? And what is this bulge under my dress?"
The blond paige-girl smiled, her large bosoms bouncing as she walked around to the front of the great golden chair, her hands being rested on Ruby's knees.
"My lady, it is your Sceptre of Justice! Your Magnum Dong!"
The paige-girl suddenly gripped the fabric and pulled it away like a tablecloth. A chill ran across her legs. The "sceptre" was revealed. Ruby gasped hard enough to choke on the air. A massive, eighteen-inch penis stood nearly fully erect, growing from her pelvis.
"What the hell is this?!"
The paige-girl tossed the remainder of the tear-away dress on the floor. The crowd ooed and awwed at the sight of the colossal tower of meat. Her hand came to grip around the long shaft. The grip was surprisingly strong...and familiar?
"I need an adult..."
The first girl stepped forward, and was guided into position straddling the mighty dong. The poor girl needed to stand up over it, it was so long. She spoke, and her voice was whiny, but smooth. Frighteningly familiar. As was her fluffy ginger hair, and her well-muscled thighs...
"My lady, I am ready to receive the power-wiener! May I begin?"
Ruby tried to shout 'No!' at the top of her lungs, but the only sound that came out was 'Yes, child, skewer yourself upon me!'
The blond paige-girl gripped the mighty rod in one hand, stroking gently, and the young ginger's buttocks in the other. The two objects met slowly.
"Wait, stop, no! You'll be injured!"
There was no waiting, stopping, or noing. The paige-girl placed both her hands on the ginger's hips and forced them down, hilting the girl in one fell swoop. The girl cried out with an ungodly sound, a mix of pleasure and pain all swirled into one. Ruby didn't feel anything, however. She had a front-row seat to the weirdest thing in the world, she thought. She rarely swore, but this seemed as good an opportunity as any.
"What the fuck is going on here? Like, why am I part of this?"
"Yes, your majesty, fill me up with your fantastic member!"
Ruby couldn't move her arms, as they seemed pinned to her side. This girl was very clearly having her insides torn apart by the flesh sword between her legs. Which still had no feeling.
"I wish to be bred by the queen! Please give it to me, Queen Rose!"
The door to the throne room was suddenly burst open, exploding into a shower of splinters. In rode a knight upon a sparkling white horse, with polished armour and a rapier in hand. The horse came storming up the centre aisle of the room at full gallop, stopping short of the throne stage. The knight shouted out to them.
"Cease your faggotry, peasant! Remove thyself from the Magnum Dong!"
The ginger did not 'cease her faggotry'. She instead upped her pace. The paige-girl and the Royal Kitten drew swords, prepared to battle the knight.
"Finally, someone who can help me! Gentle knight! What fucking took you so long!"
The knight jumped from the horse, easily batting away the two women with the long and elegant rapier. In two easy steps, the knight was upon the throne, easily hoisting the whining ginger from her perch on the nerveless penis.
"Ruby, it is time to be up"
Ruby looked up at the knight, confused. The voice coming from the helmet sounded feminine. Weren't knights supposed to be all male?
"Ruby, if you are not up soon I will be quite cross!"
Ruby wanted to point out that despite her grievances about the meat cylinder between her legs, she was technically very up indeed. Eighteen inches straight up, in fact.
"I'm serious, I will rub strawberries on your face if you don't get up."
The knight's helmet vanished, revealing the identity of her saviour. It was Weiss!
"You asked for this, Rose-Petal..."
Ruby opened her eyes, to find her saviour, the knight, standing over her bed, wearing a blue argyle sweater and holding a strawberry between her fingers.
"Oh hey, you're up! Want a strawberry?"
Ruby nodded, sitting up and taking the small red fruit. She bit into it. It tasted fresh.
"I had the weirdest dream just now..."
Weiss had turned her back, procuring two glass bowls filled with yogurt and berries. It looked like strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries. Ruby smiled and accepted the bowl and a dainty-looking silver spoon from Weiss, who sat down on the bed next to her.
"Oh yeah? What was it about?"
Ruby grimaced, taking a spoonful of yogurt. It was really excellent.
"Well, I was a queen. And I think I had a kingdom? But then everything went to shit. It was like really bad fan-fiction."
Weiss giggled quietly.
"Like how bad?"
"Think Ninja's of Love bad. I uh, had a dick."
Weiss actually laughed out loud.