Weiss Schnee was standing at the bottom of her staircase.
Now, Weiss was an upstanding gal. She has perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect hair, and an incredible talent for fighting. She was proper, like any person of the Schnee family should be. She knew how to set a fancy dinner table, and she could distinguish teas from one another, even though she preferred coffee. She knew how to fence, and she knew how to craft origami.
Weiss Schnee was still standing, nervously, at the bottom of her staircase.
She tried to walk away, but no! Her feet seemed to move on their own as she was drawn back to the stairs. She paced back and forth, forth and back, but there was no escaping the taunting aura, and she silently cursed the temptation that was currently coursing through her well-bred veins.
She looked to the right. Was anyone there? No. She peeked to the left and into the living room, anyone there? Nope. The coast was clear.
This will be the day she's waiting for.
With no one in the room, and with her girlfriend probably asleep somewhere in the house, Weiss took to all fours and readied herself on the staircase. She took a few tentative steps up, the foreign feeling giving her an exciting rush, but soon she took to it in stride.
Yes, she would finally be able to run up the stairs on all fours.
Given the size of the staircase, there would be plenty of opportunity to practice! And with no other people on the horizon, she would be saved the embarrassment.
A few more steps and she was off. She clamored up the stairs at full speed, feeling the wind in her hair, the plush carpet between her fingers…
"Weiss, where did you put.. the…"
The Schnee girl froze. She froze like a deer caught in headlights.
And Blake stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a cookbook.
…
"I-I CAN EXPLAIN!"
Blake turned and ran for her phone to tell Yang all about what just happened.