Chapter 26: The Struggles Of Hygiene And Being Presentable

Hey, reader, you probably know who is writing this stuff by now, so I'll just skip introducing myself. Also, you probably already know that I don't own RWBY, Monty Oum does. So, instead of all that stuff, I will now just get to the story. I'm really cutting the fat on this author's note.

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Thursday's performance went off without a hitch. Although Blake was a little miffed at not being able to include her message this time around, the students of Blum Middle School didn't mind all too much. The PSA was serviceable to all involved parties, as it got out the intended reactions from those involved. So, when the team got back to the condo, Weiss and Ruby took that as a sign to get some rest. Before the pair went to their room, they suggested the same to Blake and Yang.

But Blake was determined not to get any rest whatsoever. She was still obsessed with trying to write her message in such a way as to not directly offend the Schnee Dust Company. That was proving to be a harder task than she thought, as she still had nothing concrete to put in the script.

Meanwhile, Yang was making her way up the stairs to the workspace. She was a little concerned, because Blake had been spending most of her free time up there. In fact, she only came down to eat or use the bathroom.

Opening the door to the office, Yang was hit by a wave of a musty smell. But, she didn't pay that much mind as she walked in the office. She wasn't very surprised by what she saw. Blake was nervously playing with her hair while she stared at her laptop's screen. Surrounding her on the couch was a dozen different books and crumpled up balls of paper. Curious, Yang picked up one near her feet and unrumpled it. It read, "Candy with razors metaphor? Maybe example with vegetables?". Yang had no idea where Blake would go with that train of thought.

Blake's head perked up slightly as she sensed Yang's presence. "If you're here to help, I don't really need any," she said, briefly flicking her eyes in Yang's direction before returning them to her laptop.

Yang dropped the paper on the ground and strode over to the nearby desk. She leaned against it and replied, "I'm not really in the business of writing. I doubt I would be able to help you much at all,".

"Then why are you here?" Blake bluntly asked, not even looking at Yang.

"I'm just a little concerned, is all. Come on, you should take a break," suggested Yang. She stood up and walked over to Blake's work nest. When she tried to pull Blake by heer arm to get her up, Blake refused to move.

"I'm fine, thank you," deflected Blake.

"No, you're not. The only times you came down yesterday and today were to eat and piss. That's not healthy in the slightest," Yang pointed out.

"Only occasionally," Blake replied. Yang raised an eyebrow at that statement.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Blake nodded her head over to a corner of the room. There was a pile of bottles against the wall. Yang didn't need to guess what was inside them. That musty smell made complete sense now.

"That's absolutely disgusting," Yang simply stated.

"But efficient," Blake said in her defense. However, the fact that she peed in jars to save time really didn't help her credibility in the slightest.

Yang decided that enough was enough. She could deal with the short and focused attitude, but what she wouldn't put up with was bad hygiene. Yang abruptly closed Blake's laptop shut and put it to the side. Before Blake could protest, Yang hefted her girlfriend over her shoulder and carried her out of the office.

"I still have work to do!" Blake complained as she squirmed in Yang's grasp.

"Not when you smell like a moldy gym sock," Yang shot back. Now that Blake was so close to her, Yang realized that the musty smell was also coming from Blake as well. Yang could tell that Blake neglected to put on deodorant this morning. And the stench of piss got into her clothes somehow. The cat girl needed a bath, pronto.

Making her way to the bathroom, Yang locked herself and Blake in. "Strip," Yang commanded as she drew the bath for Blake. However, Blake wasn't moving. Instead, she tried to get out of the bathroom. Seeing no other choice, Yang grabbed Blake and forcibly began to remove her clothes.

"Damn it, Yang! I have a script to type!" Blake cried as she struggled.

"Don't make this difficult!" Yang yelled in response.

Of course, Blake wasn't going to make this easy at all. She tried to climb out of the bath, but Yang kept on pushing her back in. And here Yang thought that Blake was the most mature person on the team.

Inwardly, Yang hoped that Blake wouldn't act this bad when Weiss' father visited tomorrow. That would be an absolute nightmare.

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Speaking of the impending visit of Mr. Schnee, Weiss wasn't as relaxed as she thought she would be, as she knew her father's visit was going to be stressful for a multitude of reasons. In fact, one of those reasons was watching her with concerned eyes.

"Uhh, maybe you should sit down, Weiss," Ruby nervously suggested. She had to admit, Weiss had been doing a good job of hiding her concern up until this point. But now, she could tell that fear was eating away at her bravery.

"I can't, I'm trying to think," deflected Weiss while she rubbed here temples. Just how was she going to prepare Ruby for meeting her father?

When Weiss stopped her nervous walking, she immediately pointed at Ruby and declared, "I need to get you ready! You simply won't do for my father in your current state!".

Ruby gulped. "Wh-what do you mean by that?" she stuttered out.

"I need to make you presentable!" Weiss cried as she walked over to Ruby. Weiss' hands roughly shoved at Ruby's back, correcting her posture.

"I was already planning on being on my best behavior," Ruby said, not in protest, but as a simple observation.

"That won't be good enough for him…" Weiss muttered under her breath as she tried to straighten out some of Ruby's bangs. Weiss was obsessing over Ruby's appearance like a worried mother hen.

Then, stepping back, Weiss gave Ruby a once over scan. "Your dress won't work," she observed.

"What's wrong with it? I think it's good enough," asked Ruby.

"While the skirt and hem are fine, the top half simply isn't professional. Come, I'll lend you some of my clothes," Weiss offered as she walked over to the closet. Pulling it open, several similar dresses to the one Weiss was wearing were revealed.

"Uhh… all of those look the same," Ruby noted out loud.

Weiss scoffed at Ruby's observation. "Only to the untrained eye. Look," she said, pointing to one dress. "This one is quartz colored," she then pointed to a different dress, "And this one is the shade of a seashell,". Her explanation didn't help at all, since all she did was just describe white using different terms.

"I'm guessing you don't have anything red, do you?" Ruby asked, although she knw the answer already. Weiss had a fetish for white, of course she wouldn't have anything red. But still, it didn't hurt to ask.

"Unfortunately for you, no," Weiss replied as she picked through the closet. She pulled out a dress and jacket and tossed it in Ruby's direction. The red themed huntress picked up the clothes.

"Try that one. It's eggshell," Weiss ordered.

Ruby looked at the dress in her hands. It still looked white to her. Maybe Weiss had some kind of condition where she couldn't identify colors well? Ruby mentally made a note to ask her later. It would certainly explain why she always wore identical clothes all the time.

Sighing, Ruby slipped out of her combat dress and put on the clothes Weiss had recommended. It was a good thing that Weiss had such a petite frame. That meant that Weiss more or less wore the same size as Ruby. As Ruby looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a fascinated by her looks. For some reason, Ruby felt more professional in that dress than the one she usually wore. Maybe it was the jacket she put on. Shoulder pads always were a sign of important business people.

"What do you think?" Ruby asked Weiss as she twirled around in place.

Weiss nodded approvingly. "That will work just fine," she said in confirmation. "But," she added, "That's not all. You need to act how you look,".

"You mean, talk fancy and stuff?" Ruby wondered.

"That's… not entirely wrong. You can still talk how you usually do, but just don't let anything slip. My father is an expert at reading people. If you give even one hint about our relationship, then he will be able to figure it out almost immediately, So, just watch what you say," lectured Weiss.

"So, I just have to act like we're just friends, and that we only kinda know each other?" caught on Ruby.

"Right. And—" Weiss was cut off by the sudden entry of Yang into the room.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, I just need something real quick," Yang apologized as she searched for something around the room. She waltzed right past the unusually dressed Ruby, as if she didn't know or care how she was dressed.

Ruby scratched her head in confusion and looked over at Weiss. Weiss simply replied with a shrug. Who knew what was going on in the blonde's brain?

"Ah! Found it!" Yang declared as she pulled Gambol Shroud out of a nearby end table. She detached the ribbon section from the actual weapon part.

Walking past Team White Rose, Yang yelled as she exited the room, "I told you not to be difficult, Blake!". The door closing muffled Blake's response. But, judging by the tone of her words, it wasn't a very happy one.

"That was weird," Ruby stated. Weiss nodded in response. The pair of them didn't want to think about what Yang needed that ribbon for. It was probably for one of their creepy sex things or something like that.

"Anyway," Weiss continued her train of thought, "Like I was going to say, try to act more like my team leader, rather than a close friend. My dad will probably respect you more of you come off as a good leader,".

Ruby took that part he wrong way. "What, I'm normally not a good leader?" she suspiciously asked.

Weiss briefly looked panicked as she waved her arms. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that! You do a fine job as team leader! What I meant was that your leadership abilities should overshadow our interactions tomorrow," clarified the heiress. She didn't want to dig up that old can of worms. Sure, Weiss had problems with Ruby being made team leader when she first met the girl, but that fallen to the wayside now that they were a couple.

"Oh, okay!" Ruby replied in a chipper tone. Well, at least she accepted Weiss' apology easily. Then, an idea hit her.

"We should try to get out our… um… couple stuff right now. You know, so we can act differently tomorrow," Ruby suggested.

Weiss shrugged in a 'why not?' gesture. "It makes sense to me. Might as well get it out safely," she said.

When those words escaped her lips, Ruby immediately pounced upon her. Landing on Ruby's cot, Ruby began to furiously move her tongue all over Weiss' mouth. She licked and nibbled on the heiress' lips, almost hungrily.

Weiss moaned loudly as Ruby's rough kissing sent a chill up her spine. For some reason, the fact that Ruby was wearing her clothes only made this experience even better. If she had to guess as to why, it was probably because it made Ruby seem more powerful and dominant than before.

Unfortunately for the pair, their romantic moment was ruined when Yang burst into the room and dragged a hog tied, gagged, and soaking Blake behind her. Blake's decency was only protected by a towel as she was moved across the floor. Ruby quickly hopped off of Weiss and tried to act nonchalant. Her blush indicated otherwise.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Yang said as she put the restrained Blake against the wall and rooted through her bag for fresh clothes.

"As a matter of fact, you did!" Weiss complained through gritted teeth. Yang shot them a quick apologetic look.

"Sorry about that," apologized Yang.

"It's a bit late for that now…" Weiss grumbled.

"Look, I'll just make this quick," Yang offered as she tossed some of Blake's clothes onto the bed. Blake sounded like she was saying something, but the gag in her mouth muffled her words.

Picking up the clothes and grabbing a section of the ribbon Blake was tied up with, Yang took both with her outside of the room. She had kept good on her statement, as that only took three minutes or so.

Weiss and Ruby looked at each other, both heavily confused. They were curious about what the hell was happening with those two, but they also had the feeling that they wouldn't like the answer.

"So… where were we?" Ruby asked slowly.

"The cot," Weiss quickly replied.

At that, Ruby leapt onto Weiss again to continue where they left off.

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Ohh, I bet you guys can't wait for the impending visit! What will happen? Who will live, who will die? Tune in next time to find out! Hint: nobody dies, it just sounds dramatic when I say that. This is The Draigg, signing off for now!