TEAM MARK

He flails a little, accidentally smacking her arm away in the process. “How about we not resort to tickling! Tickling is awful!” Someone that passionate is better off being ignored! Tickle away!

Miris stepped back, surprised that he could actually manage to fend her off. But was that skill, or just sheer luck? “I guess you are ticklish!” she said joyfully, her fingers waggling. “This ought to motivate you to try harder, mm? Let’s go again!” She dove at him once more, aiming for just below his ribs.

        “Huh..?” She was a little confused as he said that. He seemed to be that way, and why would someone turn down the compliment to being a gentleman? She hadn’t the faintest of ideas. Really, her naivety was getting the better of her in this situation. “Oh? Thank you so much! I think calling you honey is pretty cute too!” She then said, offering a warm smile towards him. Faye was a little surprised when he then held her hand, but that was fine with her. “Mm, yes, that’d be very kind of you to do! Please, lead the way!” She really had fallen for the idea he may just be a doctor.

She... really was naive, wasn’t she? It made Riz hesitate for a moment, wondering if taking her back to his room could be interpreted as taking advantage of her. But she seemed completely willing, and at this point, he was in too deep to back out without seeming like a wishy-washy loser, and that was his worst nightmare. So he offered her a bright smile, tightening his hold on her hand and starting to lead her towards the dorms. “How much time do you have, beautiful?” he asked, doing his best to make it obvious that this wasn’t a goddamn checkup. She needed to understand that he was looking for something a bit more intimate than that.

Blake was a bit nervous when they turned down an alleyway. It was…somewhat strange to Blake though she trusted this new friend. Looking into the restaurant Blake was nervous since there were more human people there. Following Miris into the restaurant and sitting down at the table she looked at the menu. “It’s really nice in here, it’s a shame I haven’t heard of this place before” Blake looked over the menu.

“Mhm! It’s not very well-advertised, unfortunately,” the faunus replied, happily going down the menu. There was a list of the day’s fish on a separate sheet, and she gleefully poured over it. She glanced up at one point, hazel eyes drinking in Blake’s tense shoulders. “Relax. Nothing bad will happen here, I promise. Besides, you have me, right? And I’m no pushover. I’m the leader of my team!” She didn’t want to admit that she did the least amount of fighting. Blake didn’t need to know that.

        “Other things…?” She paused for the moment, thinking about this. Did that mean.. he wanted to be friends?! She wouldn’t have a problem with that at all, she would personally love to have more friends. Company was always a pleasure to have. “Ah? But you are already acting like quite the gentleman – there’s no need for you to be so modest!” she said, giggling softly as she then accepted his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you then, honey!” That was a cute nickname. “My name is Faye Blanc. I hope we can become good friends!”

“Modesty is not my strong suit,” he admitted, eyebrows coming together in confusion. He couldn’t tell if this girl was going along with his flirtations or if she was just oblivious. He sincerely hoped it was the former. This girl was very pretty, and if he could get with her, he’d mark it up to a minor victory. The fact that she used the nickname he’d assigned himself just encouraged him further. “Faye, mm? A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He gave her hand a firm shake before switching hands to just hold it. “How about we go back to my room and I can look you over more carefully? I want to make sure you don’t have any hidden injuries.”

Bake nodded as well “yes I can’t wait, it should be nice.” Her bow twitched, she was excited to finally know of a place she could find her favorite of all favorite meals and not get judged for being there. It was a nice thought and almost sounded too good to be true.

Miris noticed the twitch and smiled widely, her own excitement building. She continued through the streets, eventually turning down a little alley. One of the main draws of this place was its out-of-the-way location, which helped its more nervous faunus customers find comfort. Pushing open a heavy door, she revealed a small, well-lit restaurant with tables scattered about. There were more human customers than usual, she noticed with a frown, although that didn’t stop her from wandering over to a table. She settled down in a chair and gestured for Blake to sit across from her, picking up a menu.

Blake smiled, “Really? Well again it does make it easier for him. I’m glad he is one person who isn’t discriminatory against us. Rarely shop owners seem to be like this.” Blake’s bow twitched every so slightly. “I just hope nobody tries to cause a scene there… Just because he doesn’t allow it doesn’t mean it wont happen”

Miris nodded. “Mm. It’s always inevitable. Truthfully, it’s kinda... sad, the way most humans can’t accept us.” That added onto the fact that the owner wasn’t always out on the floor meant that some incidents snuck past him. Miris didn’t want to dwell on those bad memories, though, and was quick to move on. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, though, and we’ll have a lot of yummy fish! I can’t wait.”

        “Ah, very well. If you insist then, we can share!” Although she did feel guilty about bumping into him and causing all that hassle, there really wasn’t much that she could do about it if he insisted on taking some of the blame too. Sharing was caring, right? “Oh… bruised?” She blinked in surprise when he mentioned that, looking down at her legs. They didn’t seem all that bad though, right? “Hmm?” Ignorantly she then looked down at the notebook offered to her, carefully taking it from his fingers with gloved hands. “Well, if you are offering to help me, how can I turn down a gentleman?” Maybe he was a doctor offering to help – clearly!

Riz smiled widely, feeling more and more victorious as the conversation went on. A thousand flirtatious come-ons were flooding his mind, and he was stuck in the difficult situation of needing to choose only the best to impress her. “There are other things we can share, you know,” he said softly, expecting it to be dropped immediately. Instead, he moved forward. “Oh, my dear, I haven’t showed you my gentlemanly side--not yet.” He arched an eyebrow and straightened, offering a hand. “My name is Riz, although you can call me honey.”

Miris lifted her head, ears twitching slightly at the voice. While she hadn’t been bullied much at Beacon, there was always the fear lingering in the back of her mind. But the other student didn’t seem to be too intent on being mean, judging by how she just asked to sit. “No, it’s free,” she said, shuffling over some of her books to free up some space. “You’re, uh... Jolyne, right?”