NAILED IT!

OK, that was the last response she was expecting from a total stranger - Though she isn’t surprised, people tended to think with their nether-regions.

  “Alright now you’re starting to sound like Five, cut that creepy crap out and maybe I’ll leave you with only a few missing broken bones.”

   “Do you kiss everyone’s ass with that mouth? No wonder it sounds like you’re talking so much shit.” her sword is still raised up, though she notes the clicking of a mechanism, the blonde has weapons of her own it seems…and a prosthetic arm, similar to her own.

   “How did you lose your arm? Lose it to the last person you tried to put those lines on? Or is this place more shitty and sinister than it smells.”

      “You’re pretty rude but you totally know that, still totally digging it by the way, but anyway...” or fucking around, she just wants to get on this girl’s nerves by now. “I mean, this is the only mouth I’ve got, so yeah! And I call that flirting, by the way.”

      And she’d still have the upper hand if not for that very specific question, she stopped herself from staring down at her arm and glanced at the girl’s instead whilst keeping her cool. Despite her easygoing answers Yang refuses withdrawing her guns, she knows better than that.

[ @goldilocking !! ]

Of course, it was just her luck that Five was in this City too, she’d recognize those gross meat bags anywhere as well as that strikingly blonde hair. Had she not suffered enough?

    “Alright, you sorry sack of shit –” her sword is out and pointed straight at the other.

   “You have about 5 seconds to pull an answer out of that mouse shit size brain of yours on what this place is and how long you’ve been here.” a brief pause as her working eye finally gets a chance to examine the blonde’s features up close…Different coloured eyes and no mark on her forehead.

“What the fuck? You’re not Five. Who the hell are you?”

Yang jumps subtly, not expecting a wild encounter like this on a calm and uneventful Saturday, and after looking left and right (and behind also, just to make sure) the brawler realizes this really is about her. Funny, she doesn’t remember doing anything to anger someone in here, but Ember Celica is extended and her shotgun is out, she’s not one to back out from a fight anyway-- Only that this isn’t really about her. How utterly blue balling.

Seriously. How did Yang just chug her coffee like that? She had always suspected her to have a sweet tooth like her pure sugar infused younger sister, but perhaps they weren’t as similar as Blake perceived - Needless to say she’s impressed.

  Blake lets Yang talk, only taking the occasional sip from her tea whilst both of her hands remain wrapped around the mug - it’s cozy. Her own experience with the City so far has been tame, no matter how many nights she spends out on the off chance she’ll stumble across something that was meant to be kept under wraps, Septaneus is just one tough cookie to crack.

    “There’s never anything wrong with bending a few rules.” a passing comment thrown into the blonde’s mention of being a minor. The Faunus has a freshly placed smirk and she isn’t doing much to hide it. “I could see you behind a bar, mixing drinks for whoever walks through the door.” 

    “Luckily I found the Library pretty easily here - I know, shocker.” where there were a quiet spot and a few books, there was a Blake. The brunette really valued her independence and quiet time, it gave her a chance to gather her bearings and reflect…Like meditating for Millenials.

Everything Yang is saying? What a mood. Blake can’t help but hum in agreement every now and then and sometimes even nod appreciatively - She always knew the blonde was sharp and perceptive so there was never a doubt in her judgment.

The flicker of doubt that cascades over the brawler’s face cause Blake’s ears to flatten down - That sense of paranoia…the one that even makes you suspect yourself? She’s all too familiar with it.

So she sets her cup down, half full, and releases a deep sigh - Almost as if she’s pre-warning Yang that she’s about to speak, “I get it, Yang. - I think it’s in our nature to doubt something that’s just too good to be true. I’m grateful for the perks but I’ll continue to look into the cons.”

Even this Cafe, though quaint and soft, didn’t make her feel 100% at ease. 

“…But, I think I’m more comfortable knowing you’re here.” good golly Ms.Belladonna your tea is going to get cold, better neck that like a lukewarm shot. - Maybe it’ll ease the serious tone she just laid onto the table.

“In the meantime, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with taking as much advantage of this place as we can. – There’s still so much to see and do.”

      Amazing. After the hardships she’s been through there was a time the brawler thought she wasn’t deserving of happiness, she really did, and though knowing that thought is incorrect it’s something that’s constantly lurking in the back of her mind, surfacing when the slightest inconvenience happened; needless to say this city only added to that. Still, Blake somehow managed to make her smile with that comment, who knew her job would be that obvious and fitting? You won’t hear her complaining given this exchange is the main reason of her gradual relaxing. And there’s no stressing how thankful she’s for this actually working out.

      And a hearty chuckle follows after the new discovery. Really, Blake? The Library? Talk about being predictable... but this wouldn’t be her partner if she had picked something else. Although the thought of Blake working with coffee behind a counter isn’t that strange. Hm, that’s a thought for the future though, for now the air is somewhat serious despite how natural the words coming from Blake felt. The feeling is so mutual that Yang had no reasons to suppress that relieved sigh that escaped, accompanied by a smile.

      “Good to know my paranoia is relatable.” she shrugs before her elbows came to rest over the table, hands gently cupped around the mug as the other spoke. “At least it keeps you sharp, yeah? Wouldn’t want to grow comfy somewhere I can’t completely trust,” there’s a pause, a sip, lingering eyes on the brunette, as if she was stalling for time while picking out the best words. In the end being sincere is what her heart urged her to do.

      “...I’m just really glad we met again.” perfect timing to feel her cheeks growing warmer...not! Gotta chug that scalding coffee and make it less obvious. “With our team assembled my safety will be one less thing to worry about. You’re all capable, and just like I’ve got everyone’s back I know you’ve all got mine.”

      There’s no doubt whatsoever laced in her voice, just the truth, and yet it wasn’t enough to make that blush fade. Tragic. But at the mention of taking advantage of this place however the brawler clears her throat, her previous embarrassment being overcome by curiosity.

          She’s never had much of an appetite, but, somehow, all of the cookies were gone within the hour, along with the cocoa. This is probably one of the better meals that she’s had– after all, back where she used to be, it was iron-filled meal upon iron-filled meal to subvert the possibility of anemia… Something soft and sweet like this? It was a luxury, and in much smaller amounts before. The other went out of their way to give her all of this… ? The woman had just met her! It honestly didn’t make any sense, but, a lot of things that she had thought were impossible these days had happened before her eyes… The world is full of infinite surprises, and she hopes to god that this one doesn’t have a second one following up after it, unkind in nature. 

          ( Somehow, she feels like that isn’t the case here. )

          The next few hours are spent in silence for her, though by no means is it uneventful: Eri’s taken the time to explore every inch of the room, from under the bed to the balcony outside, all the way to the closet. Clothes, crayons, papers, stuffed animals… Well, she spent her time hugging her pillow more than anything. These were chosen with care, by… who? Yang? Maybe.

          … She’s hungry again.

          Gosh, her stomach is just raring for more, isn’t it? It’s almost as if it’s more excited to be here than her herself, though Eri can only imagine why. Maybe this was better. Chisaki was nowhere in sight, along with any of the people that worked for him. But Deku… Lemillion… She hopes that she can see them again soon. They wouldn’t want her to be moping around like this– no, no, more than anything, they wanted her to feel safe enough to smile. And her neighbor… felt safe to her, she thinks mostly to herself, before she takes the door knob.

          “ Aa… “ She didn’t think this far ahead, even if her hands are gripping at the door frame, and she looks into the kitchen. There’s a creature along with Yang– it’s fluffy, and stares at her as she makes her presence known. Eri can only swallow thickly in response. Please, please… may this turn out okay. “ … it’s good. “ She must be referring to the soup’s smell.

       Even through an undetermined hiatus, a huntress in training is still a huntress, and though she was focused on preparing the soup her ear easily caught sound of a door creaking open followed by quiet footsteps. Her suspicions were proved right when a pair of fluffy ears turned at the kitchen’s door right in time with the girl’s appearance, and though there was a bit of silence lingering Yang couldn’t contain a smile.

       “Glad you joined us!” Truth is that Yang has no idea how to care for a child that’s selectively mute, and yes she’s caught on that very important deail, but she’s definitely trying her best to keep things nice and cozy for Eri. “Won’t be long though, it’s almost ready, so I hope you’re hungry because I sure am.” 

       She wasn’t joking, and a loud grumble of her stomach reaffirmed the previous statement, but also earned Yang a curious look from Blackie that hopped off of the counter and promptly rubbed against Eri’s legs. A demanding meow urged Yang to make a brief introduction as she fetched clean bowls for them.

True to his nature - despite being the owner of the shop, Garry usually got one of those who lived in the city to run the counter while he ‘busied’ himself with watering the plants on sale: that way, he avoided having to talk to strangers too much and also kept the plants happy and healthy. A mutual happiness: but it was of course, not one that worked all the time. Today the person behind counter had called sick, so Garry had to stand there and sell.

It was then a vivacious stranger walked in, requiring help. “Ah…w-well, what is it exactly you need help with?” That said, he listened carefully to the other’s explanation.

“A quiet sort of person - well, it also depends on the type of meaning you wish to convey. You see, different types of flowers have different feelings attached to them: like how yellow roses can stand for both friendship, but also a sadder meaning of ‘betrayal’. You have to be careful to know what you want to mean, first…so what sort of feeling do you want to say?”

A very valid point?

    Meaning? Yang should’ve expected that, but it still brought her train of thought to a sudden halt. What is that she wanted to convey with a bouquet? It’s- It’s complicated. The brawler crossed her arms under the chest line, a soft hum escaping her lips as she squinted. That’s a very valid point, Sir.

          This isn’t the hospital– in fact, it doesn’t even feel like Japan at all. Eri doesn’t know why she’s here, or if she even wants to be here, actually. Well, of course she doesn’t: who wants to come to and end up in a completely unknown place? Overhaul has done that too many times, completely rearranging her room until none of her usual methods of escape were available anymore. But… that’s certainly a change. This clearly wasn’t Chisaki’s work. This room has a door. And windows.

          And another person.

          Wh– who is that? A metal arm… (don’t hit her, please), but a warm smile… And were those sweets? The smell doesn’t take long to reach Eri, and her eyes can only widen at the welcoming nature of the confections, looking to her companion for answers. Why would the other do this? Clearly they weren’t part of the hospital staff that she had come to know. Her hands are still clenched into tiny fists long after the other leaves, and she’s left to stare at the offering provided to her. How long is she willing to let this go on? Until her stomach grumbles, apparently. 

          With the general silence of the apartment suite, Yang can probably hear the girl move the plate of cookies closer, and hear the soft clink of the mug being put back down on the nightstand. It’s good… just a bit hot. She’ll have to wait for a bit and try the cookies instea– oh, oh, that’s nice and sweet…

       And she does, in fact, hear the low shuffling, a shy way to remind others that she’s alive, but so quiet that the blonde wonders if she had scared the child somehow. Well, she did everything she could for now, and all that was left was waiting. She turns the tv on, lowering the volume to offer as much quiet as the other may need, channel surfing and settling for some random movie that was most likely about to end.

       Some pages were read, messages got replied, and now Yang scrolled through her social media as she waited, and if it weren’t for Blackie, her shadow cat, standing outside her roommate’s door, she would be catching some zs right now without doubt.

       “Hey, don’t even think about it,” you can feel a smile on her voice as she picks the cat up, soft steps putting distance between them and the door. Lowly, she continues, setting the cat on the couch. “Let her be, okay? You got used to have this place just for us but now we have a roommate. Respect her.” a soft meow made its presence, as if acknowledging what Yang had said. And maybe that’s exactly what it meant considering how she decided napping on Yang’s lap.

       Afternoon soon became evening, a nap here and there, it’s about dinner time and that door remained closed. God, she really doesn’t want to push the other’s boundaries, but those cookies and hot cocoa can’t be enough for a growing child. Blackie is right at her side the moment soft knocks announce Yang’s presence behind the door.

       The black letters printed on the paper’s surface notified her of a new roommate. Folding the paper and tucking it away on her pocket, Yang started a mental list for things she would grab at the grocery store after work. Hey, gotta make the newcomer welcomed, right? There’s no denying that she’s looking forward to meeting this new person, but she was surprised to find a small girl, after much searching through the place they would share from now on. 

      And she looks jumpy, almost scared of the brawler’s presence, and it makes her confused for while until an idea crosses her mind. Leaving to give the poor girl some space, Yang only comes back with hot cocoa and cookies in hands. She didn’t got to the grocery store for nothing.

      “...”

It’s relaxing. Blake feels like she can finally breathe for the first time in a while, she can’t help the look of relief and genuine gratitude that spreads across her face.

If Yang is anxious, she’s doing an amazing job at disguising it, being cheery with an edge was what the blonde did best - And after their last meeting being quite…explosive (not literally thankfully) this serene setting was definitely the polar opposite and Blake couldn’t ask for anything else.

– Right, right. Of course, this isn’t exactly Yang’s ideal place to hang out, but whether she had a strawberry sunrise or a hot cocoa in her hand, she looked good. Not that the brunette would say that out loud, just yet. She can’t help but thoroughly relate to the blonde’s ‘escape attempts’ nodding along and a short spout of soft laughter follows.

“Me and you both – This place really is locked up tight.”

    “But it isn’t a bad thing, I suppose. We’re all here together at the very least, me, you, Ruby and Weiss.” at the mention of her teammates’ names Blake seems to relax more into her chair, they really are her comfort zone at this point - Maybe she’ll invite them along next time.

But this time, she wants to be selfish and enjoy her time with her partner.

The waitress comes over, she’s slightly slouched and you can tell this place has very casual vibes - Thank Goodness. Blake gives another glance at the menu before closing it up, “I’ll have a milk tea, with sugar thanks. And a black coffee for my friend, nothing else to it.” and with that, the menus are handed back over and she returns all of her attention to Yang; the only reason she’s here in the first place.

   “Next time we hang out you should pick a good bar - It’d be nice to get a better feel for this City since we’re probably going to spend a while here -” a pause. She was already making future plans? Don’t get too hasty Blake. “Only if you’re down for that though.”

And then, a swift subject change, she doesn’t want to take up the whole conversation but…she’s a creature of curiosity and it’s been too long since they’ve just…been like this, you know?

“So uh. How’re you finding it here so far? It’s pretty different from Remnant.”

    This is no surprise for Yang. But knowing Blake had tried her hand at escaping left a bitter taste in her mouth with the simple association of Blake and running away, she can’t deny this is only but common sense – they shouldn’t be here to start with, but she presses her lips into a thin line, lowly clearing her throat in a cheap attempt to drive that taste away. It worked.

    Once her teammates were brought up she can’t help but frown a little, god, did she had the time to think about them and this situation... But simply, it is very conflicting. While Yang appreciates knowing their whereabouts instead of staying in the dark she would rather for them to go back if given the chance. But then again, Remnant isn’t exactly what you’d call home after Beacon’s fall, and this place isn’t half bad ( at least Blake and Weiss didn’t go through the odd zombie experience ) so like, 9 out of 10 maybe? This thought brings her expression to a blank state, purple hues shifting to the waitress with little interest as Blake did the talking.

       “Sure, I guess. I work at bar on weekends but it’s not a nice one, so... I gotcha covered though, I know a couple bars that’d suit us both.” besides what’s the fun in hanging out at your workplace on a day off? No, thank you. “To make a long story short I’m a minor in here, so I shouldn’t be working as a bartender. Otherwise you can bet I’d work at nicer place.” she gives a nonchalant shrug, metallic fingers lacing with warm ones behind her head before continuing. “Not my fault I know how to mix drinks, y’know?” a girl needs money.

    This feels nice, almost natural, and Yang appreciates the casualty Blake’s offering because it’s exactly what they need right now. And while she acknowledges the lingering tension between them, she knows how important this is in order to fix their friendship and move on, or more like start over...It’s complicated, alright? Easier said than done. But everything’s fine and dandy up until now, and with their beverages being delivered this fast it left no space for any awkward silence to settle.

And then there’s that question.

       “It’s pretty similar to Atlas.” Yang knows that’s now what the faunus meant but it’s still worth mentioning. But the more important question is: how does she drink from her coffee like that without batting an eye? No sugar, no milk... A mystery. “I think you can relate when I say I’d rather be back home. I was busy,” looking for Raven so she could find Ruby. “and I’m sure you had your own thing going on as well. This place i pretty  frustrating.” her gaze fell to the coffee. 

how does my muse feel about yours?

accepting !!

oathglyphs:

waningscarlet:

( @oathglyphs you are mean to me and you never appreciate anything i d– )

          “ Quit laughing! “

          “ It was a scary movie, okay?! This is why I don’t like the water! “ Ruby, you’re starting to sound like Neptune. Also, your marshmallow is on fire. “ Can you imagine if you were having a nice vacation by a lake and suddenly animals just start eating you?! It’s terrifying! “ Okay, well, if you wanna shake it that much, it’s gonna end up flying– yeah, it landed in the grass. The grass is now smoldering. Someone put that out, please? … Please?

( weiss > blake > yang > ruby )

Weiss absolutely would not quit laughing, snickering at Ruby’s distress.

“As a Huntress, that’s what scares you? You carry a scythe.” She watched Ruby wave around her fiery marshmallow, half-disinterested and half-concerned. “The entire premise of the movie is laughable, and the fact that it scared you even more so. Now can you stop waving that thing around, you’re going to–”

Too late. It was on the ground, smoldering. Weiss crushed the ashy goo beneath her heel, making a face as it stuck.

“Honestly Ruby, for someone whose sister is the one with a fire semblance, you have a terrible habit of starting fires. At least Blake knows how to properly eat a marshmallow.” She pointedly did not mention how Yang was eating hers.

@revoltelle​

Blake was promised free drinks and good company, and as always, her Team provided. As stoic as ever she can’t help but release a dry chuckle at Weiss’ and Ruby’s typical banter, taking more of a wallflower approach in this situation and sitting back and relaxing - “Don’t worry, I’ll look into beaver weak points when we’re finished up.”

So she takes a sip of her instant coffee, hand warming up around the styrofoam cup, with her free one she gives Weiss a thumbs up “You should start focusing on your own marshmellow Weiss - wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good campfire snack.”

And yes, her phone is out, all ready to record whatever escapade Yang has thrown herself into now - All Blake knows is she’s not going to be the one cleaning up this mess.

> @goldilocking​

    While a certain little sister freaked out over that masterpiece, someone re-purposed this colossal waste of time with a sweet nap. Hey, it’s not her fault it was super boring! And also an insult to the thriller category. But now that they’re out and with more interesting things happening Yang couldn’t be livelier.

    One chaos here, another there. Yang’s busy fitting marshmallows in her mouth, and is probably at 30 pieces by now thanks to Blake’s support.

    Hey now, cut Rubes some slack, maybe have a marshmallow. “Y'know, you’re not yourself when you’re hungry.” ... and yes, she’s fitting one in Weiss’ mouth, but not before giving the cameraman a thumbs up. You can thank her later, Rubes. But for now welcome to jackass, Schnussy!

      “Hey, you. Yea you, behind the counter! I need a little help here,” is that a wallflower she spots? Hah, she’d laugh at her pun right now if not for all the flowers she’s trying to pick from.

2B follows Yang to the seats, when she’s directed to them, and sits still; her arm is easily manipulated, and 2B puts up no fight over it. She’s largely motionless while Yang reads, other than the slight bobbing of the Pod as it remains floating a set distance from the back of her head, an obedient companion. 

Though Yang looks at it, it doesn’t quite respond to her, as it has nothing to say - as long as 2B takes care of her own affairs, that is.

“Yes,” she assents softly, watching as the other woman considers the book in front of her and what she knew about repairing androids and other synthetic, mechanical life forms. She has no interest in trying to speed this up; she would rather, of course, be most assured that this will work for her and her arm will function as it was meant to.

Besides - Yang had, thus far, been kind; 2B saw no reason to repay it with rudeness.

“And yes, I’m sure. I’ll be without an arm, either way, if something goes wrong or if I don’t do this.” It’s the kind of ruthless logic that got her this far. There’s a pause, though.

“But I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

It is, no matter how sad an attempt, an attempt at reassurance.

    The huntress will just take that as a solid yes. She goes back on some marked pages, reviewing some important information, and while at it she can’t help it but both admire and envy the other’s seemingly calm composure. One would assume this behavior is due to her synthetic origin, and she would as well if she hadn’t met with an android before, which wasn’t like this at all when compared. How interesting.

    The procedure is slow and very time-consuming, Yang had no intentions of speeding this up as doing so could result in a less than desirable outcome, so she takes her time, pausing every now and then to confirm her steps. She’s ultimately focused in making this perfect. 

    It’s dark outside by the time she finally links the arm to where it belongs, and her eyes trails up the other’s face with an expectant look.  

Blake wasn’t usually one to keep her phone with her 24/7, she liked the solitude and not having the stress of constant buzzing - But lately…lately it might as well have just been glued onto her hand all for one particular, but favorable, blonde.

  And when it finally buzzes and the notification from Yang highlights her screen, it takes all her energy to open it up - It could be anything, after all.

FROM: blake belladonna

TO: yang xiao long

[txt] sounds good. i’ll meet you there 

Of course, it was an almost instant reply, she didn’t have a second to spare after all especially if she was going to hunt down this place she had never heard of and the brunette didn’t want to be too late to their first hang out in a long time - So she’s quick to grab what she needs and throw on some presentable clothes - not the sweatpants she had been living in the past few weeks.

Luckily for her, Yang is so easy to spot in a crowd, just like her sister she exfoliates a vibrant aura that Blake can spot a mile away…And she does. Spotting the golden locks and of course, the bold bike parked outside.

She’s quick to pick up the pace, the heels of her boot clicking against concrete at her arrival being signaled by the bell that chimes when you open the door to these places - Amber locks onto lilac and she can’t help but do the awkward wave, you know the small one that people throw into social convention when they’re too far away to start a conversation yet? Yeah, that one.

   “I didn’t take you as a Cafe person, not that I’m complaining, just curious.” she pulls the chair opposite Yang out and takes a seat, one leg crosses over the other and she’s in her element “What do you usually get from here? It can be my treat.” Blake is already scanning the menu like the veteran Cafe visitor she is.

    Yang can understand why her teammate likes this place. It’s quiet, perfect for reading a book, but saying that this is the first time she’s thought about or made this link she would be lying. Blake had been a constant in Yang’s mind for a long time, being constantly reminded of her even by the littlest details, like books and tea.

    Her gaze fell to the screen, revisiting the text she’s gotten a while ago and remembering him instantly the other replied. At least it’s confirmed the anxiety is mutual. She tucks the phone away to do her overthinking without a bright screen on her face, and knowing Blake it won’t take her long to be here.

She was right.

    The awkwardness within that wave didn’t go unnoticed, something very Blake-y, and it didn’t fail in making her lips turn upward in a brief smile as she waved back. This is an undoubtedly tense situation for both of them, and the way Blake is trying her best to make it easier for Yang...also didn’t go unnoticed.

    This... Their situation. It’s far from being solved, but now that she understand Blake’s side there’s no point in holding onto a grudge she was fond off. After all she’s never been one to hold grudges that weren’t for her mother. This can work out, right? They can be friends again...