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Yang has a bit of a reputation for sometimes pushing a little further than she probably should, and Weiss would be wincing if it didnât seem as if Blake was enjoying this. Thereâs no real annoyance in her tone, gait light and clear as she argues back and forth, now going for a shove of her own. Actually, she looksâwell. Happy to be arguing in the first place.
Theyâre partnersâof course theyâre bound to be closeâbut this suddenly seems different in some way. Weiss thinks, huh.
Yang dodges the counterattack and adds, âPlus, youâd miss me if I stopped.â
She might have won after all. Blake doesnât seem to have a reply, and they continue on in silence. Weiss catches the barest glimpse of Yangâs smug smile as she turns her head, warm and far too pleased with herself to be healthy. Blake never denies it, and as they continue on, Yangâs smile only grows wider.
Huh, indeed.
