love probably hears the excited squeal before he hears words. ruby runs up to him with a grin on her face that looks like it has to hurt her poor rosy cheeks. " oh my GOSH! your fight was so cool! " she bounces as she finally stops in front of him, eyes glimmering with excitement and admiration. " your fighting style is super awesome! and i love your weapons too! " she may or may not be a little starstruck.
IT WAS A BIT OF A TREK from the heart of amita colloseum back up to the spectator seats. it involved leaving the arena and giving final congratulations and farewells to the other competitors; handing over their weapons so they could be placed back into their respective lockers, and a moment of drama when love had to part from hanan and dima, which no one else seemed to appreciate as much he did despite all that his two axes had contributed towards their win. (victorious, but of course, and he was already thinking of ways to beg his teammates to let him represent them in the singles round with a typical, shameless fervor.) once done with that, they climbed up the steps back to the brightly lit surface, where that one rapid-fire professor was announcing something so quickly that it was almost inscrutable over the loudspeakers. then as they turned a corner towards the noisy din of the colosseum love did, in fact, hear the red-cloaked girl moments before she tumbled into his field of vision.
love tried and failed not to flinch from her sudden approach, but it was an innocuous reaction; a product of being fresh from a fight and still sharp with leftover adrenaline, which tended to cling to him for a while after a good match. the hand that he raised to his chest was more a gesture of instant endearment than shock, as if her excitable presence were an assault worth fending against. ‘ thank you so much, ’ he replied, polite but heartfelt, his own enthusiasm sparking in reaction to hers; obvious the way he latched on to the instant gratification of her praise. or maybe her energy was simply infectious. love recognized her then as the leader of team rwby, but knew little more about them other than that they were also moving up in the rounds, and thus of enough note for love to remember faces and names. moreover, ruby’s weapon was extremely memorable, if they wanted to speak of cool weapons and fighting styles. ‘ you’re nice to call my fighting style awesome when some would just call it wild. i couldn’t have done it on my own, of course! our opponents put up a good fight, and my dear partner put up with my antics. ’ he gestured very generously to his partner, and then shooed mai away with a promise to catch up later - and so as not to subject mai to his endless chattiness.
