"Where is she?" Yang asked, pacing around the dorm.
"Not fucking stupid." Blake said, closing her binder.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means she's not fucking stupid enough to believe that horseshit." Blake looked up at the blonde. "We all know you're too prideful to ask for help." Yang placed her hand on her chest. "Me? Too prideful? That's—"
Weiss interrupted the blonde, "Too God damn true!
"No one asked for your opinion, Ice Bitch!" Yang retorted. Weiss flipped the brawler her middle finger.
"That's it," Yang said, ignoring Weiss. "She's left me no choice..."
"Direct confrontation?" Weiss asked.
"Not going apeshit?" Blake asked.
Meanwhile...
Taiyang sat at his desk at work, grading papers, when his scroll pinged. He picked it up off his desk, and checked the message. It was from Yang "Look what I found in Ruby's desk." Then she sent a picture. He sighed, "Please don't be drugs, or porn, please don't be drugs or porn." He whispered to himself. He opened the picture. "That's even worse."
Tai yang immediately called Yang, who answered almost immediately.
"Let me speak to her." He told his eldest daughter.
"She's not here."
"Then where is she?!"
"She left right before I found it."
"Do you at least know who the father is?"
"Yeah, I know. Jaune Arc."
"An Arc?"
"Yeah. What's so special about Arc?"
"War heroes. All of them."
Yang exploded into laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm— I'm sorry, but There's no way that's true. The dude's a beanpole."
"Let me call you back. I got his father on speed dial."
When Taiyang called, a little girl answered.
"Hello." She asked, Taiyang assumed she was no older than ten.
"Hello," he said. "Is this the Arc residence?"
"It is."
"May I speak with Jacques?"