[X] Miltia called up one day and asked if Yang just wanted to waste some time with her for a bit. Yang decided she didn't have a reason to say no.
Yang's scroll rang out, and she lazily reached across to grab it, and answered it without sitting up.
"Morning, Yang." Miltia said. "Did you have anything planned today?"
Yang groaned. "It's Saturday. I was going to sleep for another fourty eight hours, give or take a few minutes."
"...Sorry." Miltia replied. "Didn't meant to wake you. I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out a bit. Talk a bit, do some stuff. Stuff apart from punching something, I mean. We always seem to be punching something, when we meet."
...Now that Miltia mentioned it, they hadn't really had much time to hang out in a casual manner. Any meaningful interaction between them was usually a bit distracted by going out to punch Grimm in a forest, or helping Four with her terrorist hunt thing.
It might be an idea to actually get to Miltia a bit.
"Sounds fun." Yang replied. "I'm awake now anyway. Any place you want to meet up?"
"You know where the shopping mall is? Miltia asked. "I needed to buy some new things anyway. Some weapon parts. Some clothes. Maybe get some food."
...Well, that sounded like it'd be a little fun. And Yang did need to let herself relax. Hell, she'd gotten jabbed in the stomach and suddenly all she could remember was Dito stabbing her in the stomach. Something to take her mind off of that would be nice.
"Yeah, sure." Yang muttered as she stretched her arm. "I'll just get ready and get on my way."
"Good to hear." Miltia responded. "I'll wait for you by the front door, in... An hour?"
"I should be able to get there in an hour." Yang confirmed. "An hour and ten minutes at the latest."
"Thanks, Yang." Miltia breathed out. "I appreciate it."
"No problem." Yang answered. "See you there."
Her scroll beeped as Miltia hanged up, and Yang put it on her bed side table as she groaned and sat up. Yeah, even if she wanted to sleep in a bit longer, spending some time with Miltia that wasn't a Grimm hunt or fight club with Four's plan might do her some good. At the very least, it was something different.
...Actually, it'd been a while since Yang heard from Four. Yang called to tell her that she wouldn't be able to help much longer, Four had advised Yang to watch the news and see One getting her big announcement, and then they hadn't been in contact since.
She also hadn't noticed the White Fang in the news anymore. Maybe because people were just focusing on the announcement of Jacques Schnee dying and Weiss Schnee inheriting the company. Which was news, given how big the Schnee Dust Corporation was. It just didn't seem like it needed to be all the news talked about these days.
Though at least it was something new every day, rather than just people discussing and guessing at the fallout. But that really didn't matter.
Rolling out of bed, Yang quickly pulled on a jacket, and went to get some breakfast.
...It was Saturday, and she didn't feel like putting in much effort. It'd be easier to just make some toast and throw some honey on it than it would be to pick a cereal.
It didn't take long for Yang to run down the stairs, notice that everyone was either gone or asleep, and put the toaster on. And with that done, it took a press of a button to turn on the television to see what the Schnee family were making the news for now.
"-In other news." Said the man at the news desk. "The political scene in Atlas has shifted dramatically, with a former close partner of the Schnee family-"
Hey look at that, Yang called it.
"-Was cut off from business, ending a deal that had been put into place literally the hour of Jacques Schnee gaining control of the company. This business deal, with the weapon producing company of Valhalla, contained a lot of conditions, and over the years, both Valhalla and the SDC were able to co-operate to control every aspect of weapon sales to the general public in Atlas."
The other person at the desk, a woman Yang didn't recognised, continued. "Though the exact consequences will be hard to gauge, the most noticeable alteration in Atlas is that this deal being ended means that the SDC are no longer under an obligation to sell weapons at a certain price, allowing the Schnee family to undercut the prices which Valhalla have claimed for years are as low as they can go while making a profit."
Hm. Maybe Yang should consider buying from Atlas more then, if the imports were about to get a lot cheaper.
"People are wondering about how the Schnee Dust Corporation intends to cover the costs if they were to cut these prices." The woman continued. "And several companies who had previously spoken out against the SDC have been curiously silent in this recent development. There is some curiosity going around, rumours that these companies may be trying to get an in with the SDC now that the ownership has fallen into the hands of someone they view as less capable."
"It's certainly an interesting situation." The man next to her noted. "I have to wonder what Miss Weiss Schnee has to say in this, but she is, understandably, still in mourning."
Before they could go on, there was a pop from the kitchen, and Yang turned the television off as she wandered off to go eat her toast.
She was curious, what was going on in Atlas right now. There was that movement that was trying to push the Kingdoms to expand borders and fight the Grimm, there was whatever One was doing in Atlas with the Schnee's...
Well, she could think about it later. For now, she had to go hurry up and meet with Miltia. Wouldn't do to be late.
Wandering out of a small crowd of people, Yang waved at Miltia as she approached.
"Hey." Yang greeted casually. "How long did I keep you waiting?"
"Not long." Miltia waved back. "I didn't have anything else to do today anyway."
"So, how have you been?" Yang asked. "We didn't get to talk as much as I would have liked, the last time we met."
"I've been about as good as I can be." Miltia replied. "Not the best, but, well, after everything, being at your best isn't exactly something that happens."
...Yang really wished she could dispute that. She really, really did.
"Well, let's try not to dwell on that." Yang suggested. "Come on, let's go in. Needed to buy some more spare weapon parts anyway, they keep mysteriously disappearing every time Ruby gets an idea."
"She sounds like..."
Miltia paused for a moment, in consideration.
"...I'm not sure." She decided. "Someone who means well but is occasionally annoying?"
Yang shrugged. "Hey, she likes making weapon stuff. It's not like it costs that much to have spare parts on standby, and she is in the middle of crafting her weapon."
Miltia nodded, as she led Yang into a shop.
"So what did you need?" Yang asked.
"I've been growing a bit." Miltia replied. "And I regret making these heels so tight to start with. I need to make them a bit wider so I can wear them properly, but that's going to involve pulling most of it apart, and if I'm doing that, I might as well upgrade a bit."
"Maybe try putting a gun in there somewhere?" Yang suggested. "I mean, you've got a blade in each heel, but that's basically it."
"Not everyone went to Hunter school." Miltia replied. "Learning to use a weapon is hard. Me and Mel- I learnt to use a simple weapon because it wasn't too much of an investment to get it usable. I'm not sure if I'd be able to shoot straight even if I got a gun. And kicking's served me well so far."
"Ah, the simplistic approach." Yang nodded along. "Hey, mind if I ask a favour? If you ever run into Ruby, say something about simply being good. I'd appreciate a direct comparison between punching someone and a twirling long stick with a curvy sword at the end."
Miltia nodded.
The trip to the weapon shop came and went, with Miltia grabbing the darts she needed and Yang restocking on ammo in the process. The following lunch break was also good, especially since Miltia had offered to pay and the kabab place was doing a special that made the extra content cheaper.
And then it was off clothes shopping, apparently.
"As long as you don't try to put me in a dress." Yang warned. "I like what I've got. It's my style. It'd be weird wearing something else."
"Variety is the spice of life." Miltia noted.
"I don't like spicy food." Yang replied. "Well, sometimes, in small amounts, it's alright. But too much spice, or only spice all the time, isn't something I want."
"I don't think I've ever seen you wear something fancy." Miltia replied. "You can't just wear that everywhere. You need something for special occasions."
"I have a tuxedo somewhere for when I want to look fancy." Yang waved off. "Stuffy, but I also already have it and I know I look great in it. Besides, I don't think I've ever see you wear anything other than a red dress."
"This is a different red dress." Miltia objected. "The skirt is longer."
"I can't tell the difference." Yang replied.
Miltia sighed, resigned. "Can I at least convince you to try on some fancier jackets? That's-"
"What's wrong with my jacket?" Yang asked. "It's a fine jacket. It looks great on me."
"It sure does." Miltia admires for a moment. "But this is my compromise."
"Fine." Yang sighed. "My only regret is that no matter my opinion on something, I'm going to look amazing and you'll want me to wear it more often because I look great in anything I wear."
Stepping into the clothing shop, Miltia guided Yang next to a mannequin, and paused to compare the clothing on it to Yang.
"...No, that won't do." Miltia eventually decided. "It emphasises your short hair too much, and you seemed like you liked it better longer."
Yang winced a bit at that comment.
"Sorry." Miltia apologised. "Was that a softer spot than I thought?"
"I liked my long hair." Yang replied. "It was great. Maybe I would have decided to try it short one day, but that was supposed to be my choice. Not..."
She sighed. "I don't want to talk about it. And I know other people are going to bring it up because its been several months and it hasn't grown fast as it's supposed to, but would you mind not pointing it out as much?"
"My bad." Miltia replied, tilting her head forward. "Let's move on, there's a nice jacket over here somewhere..."
Miltia wandered off a bit, and came back a moment later with a black jacket, with yellow...
"...What is that?" Yang asked.
"It's a jacket." Miltia pointed out.
"Why are the shoulders so frilled?" Yang asked again.
"It looks nice."
"It looks like a bullfighter's outfit."
"Irony." Miltia replied. "You fight more like the bull, so it's ironic."
"I'm going to look like a bee." Yang objected.
"Black and gold is a good colour combination for a reason." Miltia replied.
"Everything goes with black." Yang pointed out. "Red, white..."
"Just try it on." Miltia insisted.
Yang played up a long suffering sigh as she took the ridiculous looking jacket, and tested it by putting her arm through the appropriate hole.
"...It's a bit tight." Yang noted, frowning. "Did you pick up the one in your size?"
"No." Miltia defended herself. "I got..."
She trailed off, and suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Yang asked.
"...It's nothing." Miltia defended herself. "Sorry, I accidentally picked up a jacket of Melanie's size. Not used to putting people into fancy clothes without her."
...Ah. Ouch. This was something Miltia used to do with her sister?
Well, things just got a bit awkward.
Yang thought for a moment, on how to approach the situation. On one hand, Miltia was never going to get over this unless she talked to her sister, and someone to push her that way might go a long way to help.
On the other hand, Miltia'd come out to have some fun. Distracting her with something she didn't want to think about probably wouldn't help. And Yang might have gotten along alright with her, but she still barely knew Miltia. She didn't really have a place to be overly blunt in telling Miltia to get over this, but without that, Yang didn't know if she'd be able to convince Miltia to do anything.
Maybe it'd be better to wait to see if Miltia broached the subject?
[X] Deal with it now. Miltia needed to talk to Melanie.
[X] Lighten the mood. Suggest going to the arcade.