Proclivities
A/N:Quick chap two, sorry for the length. Chap three should be up by the end of the day.
Jaune groaned as he forced the bar upwards, every muscle in his arms screaming at him to stop.
"E-eight…."
He tried to move the bar down again, but strong hands grabbed it, racking it for him.
He looked up into amber eyes. "I coulda done ten."
Blake looked down at him, paler than usual and sweating slightly.
He sat up, ignoring the protests of his muscles and twinges in his chest. "Wow, you look…. really worried. Did I really look like I couldn't handle it?"
Blake shook her head after a moment. "A bit. Go shower and get changed. You can 'pick me up' in half an hour."
She turned on her heel and headed for the door. "Wait up!" He called after her.
To his surprise, she actually turned around, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Uh… I thought I had to get ten? You don't have to-"
Blake shook her head. "We're not going to a movie, then. I look forward to seeing what you come up with."
And then she was gone.
He sighed, grabbed a shirt, and turned to the only person he could reliably count on as a font of wisdom.
"Hey, Nora?"
The small girl didn't even pause her workout to look at him. "There's a quiet cafe on main street right beside a bookstore." She grunted as she lifted the weight. "It's run by this nice old faunus couple, she'll love it."
He smiled at her. "You're the best."
"Yep."
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When Blake opened the door, Jaune felt an irrational jolt of fear that he was underdressed.
Despite the fact that Blake was wearing just a pair of black shorts and a violet t-shirt.
She looked really good, okay? Cut him some slack.
She looked him up and down, wearing his normal outfit, sans his armor.
For a moment, he was worried she'd explode at him, telling him to go change, or worse, call the date(Was this a date?) off entirely.
She sent him a smile. "You look nice."
"Oh, uh… you too?"
Oh god he had no clue what he was doing
She gave a little laugh, brushing past him and closing the door behind her.
Which did next to nothing to muffle the cry of "She puts out!" from in the room.
Blake took off walking, and he followed her, the two ignoring the twin cries of "Yang!" as best they could.