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My Self-Summary

Greetings. My name is Weiss Schnee. I'm a Huntress and a member of team RWBY. I hail from a world called Remnant, and I was once a citizen of the kingdom of Atlas.

I tend to wear my hair in different ways. Why don't you tell me which style you think suits me best?

My Future Plans

To learn the ins and outs of this resort, mostly. And of course, get back to Remnant, where my friends are.

With regard to the games here? Let's just say I'd like to upgrade my suite.

My Talents

For combat related talents, I am an exceptional fencer and my swordsmanship is beyond compare. My Semblance allows me to create Glyphs, as well, which make me capable of performing feats like making shields and platforms, time dilation, or summoning creatures that are under my command. I'm also very proud to say that I know a thing or two about making weaponry; I did, after all, design my own weapon.

Of course, I'm not just all work and no play. I'm a skilled artist, with a talent for dancing, playing the piano, songwriting, and singing. I've performed in front of my kingdom many, many times, and even my fellow students at Beacon loved my performances.

You should also see how 🥨flexible🥨 I can be.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I've read many books since I was a child, as reading is one of my favourite past times. The classics never get old, such as: The Boy Who Fell From the Sky, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Corpse Doctor, amongst others.

I tend not to watch movies, and I only do so when people invite me out. As such, I don't really have a favourite. Maybe you can invite me to watch a movie with you and change my mind? 👉👈

When it comes to my taste in music, I do enjoy operas and ballads, but I've also branched out and have been listening to pop and rock songs. There's just rap which I don't quite understand...

And lastly, for food, I am typically not a very picky eater. I like to eat light and healthy, so salads, quinoa, and granola are in my usual diet. I do love frozen yoghurt best, though! Especially blueberry flavoured frozen yoghurt. That would be my favourite. And crepes, of course!

My Ideal Partner

I haven't had time to sit down and think of what kind of partner is ideal for me. Of course, somebody mature would be best, because I have no interest in childish things. Someone who will look out for me, give me attention and affection, and call me a good girl. 💙💙💙

Someone I can have an intellectual conversation with over either coffee or tea, or someone who can challenge me and push me to my limits would be best. I'd like to grow as a person as well, after all.

Height 5'0" Body Type Petite Smokes No Drinks Socially Drugs No! Sign Taurus Education 1st Year, Huntsman Academy Occupation Huntress Income Classified Children N/A Pets Please send a message to sign up 🐶 Hobbies Reading, writing, dancing, singing, planning, yoga

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Cocktails

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Neither!

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Baths

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

I think this highly depends on the context

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter!

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Classified

Personality Type
ESTJ-A

ENERGY

54%

EXTRAVERTED

MIND

51%

OBSERVANT

NATURE

73%

THINKING

TACTICS

97%

JUDGING

IDENTITY

90%

ASSERTIVE

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Comments

[belialedge]

[ The thought was already running rampant through his mind. Sparks of their scandalous romp in the laundry room come to mind, only veiled by the still of night (and the hope that everyone was either sleeping or thought of staying in their rooms when having sex). The thought of daring to let that hand of his slide up a little further beneath her skirt...just a little bit of edging. A little bit of teasing and squirming wouldn't hurt, right? The instant she dares to put herself in his lap, however, this date was going to take another wild turn.

Behave yourself, Grim Reaper. This soul is too hot to just handle to carelessly right now. Especially when she tells him that she wants to kiss him. ]

Oh yeah? [ Their eyes lock, and amidst the gentle rolling ocean waves that beat against the wall of their raised perch, they're playing on very sensitive time right now. How many sparks can he strike against the flint before something sets on fire? Because his hand upon her thigh gives a little squeeze as he leans in, daring her to break his gaze first least she be consumed in him when he asks: ] You been a good girl?

[ There's no mincing his words there. Not with the way he feels himself getting a little excited down south as he casts aside the fact they're in a virtual setting. It's not a public display of affection when the waiter isn't here, is it? When no one else is watching out on this oceanside date? It's just a kiss. A sweep of his lips against hers as heat blooms from his chest and threatens to engulf him as he closes his eyes.

He's even greedy enough to come back for seconds, finding the real appetizer in front of him with another kiss. Just a lil' bit. Don't bite, Weiss. Hard. ]

[belheir]

Always you.

[She's one of the few people here who are constantly on his mind. It'd be embarrassing in any other place, maybe, just how much he wants to be with her. She's his first friend here. Was his first partner here. They agreed to try things with each other, and maybe that's why he craves her touch so much. He just wants her.

Kazuya gasp, brings his free hand up so that he can bite his thumb as he strokes himself delicately, trying to mimic the ways she does it all while failing so miserably. How can he be so bad at something he likes so much? It's just not the same.

He bites down on his hand a little harder, trying to pace himself even as his hips twitch upwards into his hand. There's no need to really restrain himself here. He's not setting out to keep still for her. He doesn't have to worry about bucking his hips too hard, too fast.

How pathetic.

He greedily gulps down air, slowing the motion of his hand before he goes overboard. He wants-

To snap a picture of himself, just how flushed he is. Sweaty. Fully body with him biting his hand while his other grasps his cock, his eyelids are half closed as he looks up at the camera, shirt half hiked and his pants only around one leg as he sends it to her.

How did he take such a picture? Irrelevant, isn't it? He wants her to know what she's done to him. What she's reduced him to, all without ever even touching him.]

[schmisse]

Yes!

[ Stupid Ragna, do you even have to ask that??? She's always a good girl, please and thank you!

Weiss would be pouting right about now if not for that kiss. She finally gets what she wants, adding a bit more weight to the hand between his legs as she leans in closer, eyes closing slowly before their lips touch.

She feels so much relief and satisfaction with that first kiss. The second time around ignites something within her that's telling her not to stop. Kiss him again for a third time. So she does, this time with a bit more heat, her lips parting ever so slightly so that she can suck on his lower lip. For the fourth kiss, she manages to catch herself right before her lips touch his again. ]

... [ She sighs through her nose. ] We should eat.

[ See how much of a good girl she is? She doesn't even him to tell her to behave! It's just more fuel for later... Prepare those knees so that you're ready to catch later later, Wagna. ]

[belialedge]

[ There's an excitement there, and he didn't have to say it for Weiss to know just exactly what he planned to do to her when they got back into the comfort of privacy. It makes the satisfaction that surges through him, head to toe, all the more addicting. She was so much more than that, but in truth...she really was just so good to him. In more ways than one. If kissing her was addicting, a deepened hum rumbling in his throat as he dares to let his fingers dip beneath the frill of her skirt, then he never wanted to quit. ]

[ "We should eat." ]

[ She catches him moments before he could steal that fourth kiss away...because something told him if that happened, they'd cancel their meal, indulge the appetizer and milkshake, and skip straight to the main course that was one another. But there's also an excitement in waiting. Not because she was leading him on and making him wait for how good she was going to feel for him. But because they're both exercising that patience together. Lashes aflutter, he sighs through his nose as well before drawing back, all too aware of the fact that his hand was lingering oh-so-dangerously close towards the apex of her inner thigh. So dangerously close to brushing against a spot most sensitive between her legs before he drew back. His hand felt so warm, flexing it as he leans back more comfortably in his seat.

Forget going in order then. ]

We got a meal to eat and chips to burn.

[ Because he still needed to properly match her flow if this was turning into a real date. He needed another outfit. Another outfit she could just downright tear off him if she deigned herself so fancy to. To start? He reaches for the milkshake, noting the pair of straws sticking into it on either side. ]

Y'know?? I can do sweet here and there. But I might like this one.

[ It's based on coffee and caffeine. Of course you would, Ragna. ]

[schmisse]

Have you ever had actual tiramisu before?

[ It's a rather fancy dessert, but really, really good! It's best when it's served cold. Not to mention, it's not supposed to be too sweet! It should have the bitterness of coffee, the creaminess of the mascarpone cheese, and the sweetness of the cocoa. A dessert that's just right.

She has a feeling he hasn't yet, which just means they've got to try it out some time together.

For now, while Ragna's busying himself with the milkshake, she takes a chip and scoops up a bit of the dip before spreading it onto one side of the chip. Weiss takes a bite, letting out a pleased sound as she savours the flavours. It's really good! And she prepares another chip, spreading the dip on one side again, and offering it to Ragna with a grim. ]

It looks like we made the right choice for this one. Ah~

[belialedge]

Can't say I have, no.

[ It's not that he never had the time to sit down and enjoy a dessert on occasion! ...It's just that most of those instances were very rare because usually by the time he's finished his main course, Ragna's wanted poster was already being peeped at and he had to take his leave early before too much suspicion was placed on him.

But that was then. And...for the foreseeable future, until they can truly shake down the foundations of this world, the House saw fit to give him some form of reprieve. He can actually indulge and enjoy something for once.

In which case, he takes a sip of the admittedly thick milkshake! When he's anticipating overtly sweet...he doesn't get that. It's creamy! Traces of bitterness! The cocoa traces. His eyes widen as he has to resist the urge to keep on sucking it down. Another rapid flutter of his eyes, his mind wasn't necessarily blown, but he was definitely taken by surprise. Just in time for Weiss to offer a chip with some dip on it for him in his periphery as he turns to her. Now it's just an onslaught of flavours.

And being hand fed by the former heiress to boot. His cheeks dust redder, though he doesn't hesitate for long before he's resigned himself to this more affectionate display after the flirt of making out they pulled earlier. Somehow, this flustered him more than feeling her up or teasing her with something more salacious. It's...more precious. More personal.

Ragna finds himself smiling as he leans in for the bite offered to him. ]

For the appetizers? Calling this a date? Or—

[ "Ah~" ]

[ Om. Cronch. ]

[broca]

Cute...............

[ How does this word keep cropping up like this? ]

[schmisse]

The appetisers, silly!

[ Obviously considering this whole thing being a date isn't a mistake. They both are okay with it—want it, even. ]

So, what do you think? It's good, right?

[ Ragna should consider trying to make something like this, too! ]

Want one more?

[ Of course, Ragna's free to get his own, but Weiss is already preparing another chip for eating. She'll eat it, but if Ragna say she wants another one by the time she finishes spreading the dip onto the chip, then she'll give it to him. ]

i'm so sorry, this is ... so late ... please feel free to disregard if the moment has passed 😭

[pyrolyzed]

[ You know what, he heard the bit about boys all being the same, but he is not going to dignify it with a response. Not because he wants to date multiple people at once! He doesn't! But because it is cringe to want to talk about feelings, but he doesn't want to acknowledge that Weiss is right, because that (sigh) would be tantamount to admitting defeat.

Whatever! He doesn't care anyway! All that matters is that he's safely delivered the requested crepe into her hands, and Fuuta breathes a satisfied little huff to himself; with that one (1) good deed done, he doesn't need to feel bad about getting her help for this dumb arcade task! That's all well and done!

-- oh, nope, cue a startled grunt when Weiss suddenly holds the crepe out towards him, practically shoving it in his face. ]

... uh. [ Fuuta's gaze flickers from Weiss' face, to the picture-perfect crepe, and back up, as he gives an awkward blink. ] Weren't you the one all excited for it. Feels weird being the one to take the first bite.

[ But, well. Having dealt with his share of bossy girls, he knows better than to argue for too long. So Fuuta huffs a short sigh before leaning in -- to rip off a little corner off the crepe, swiping it over the mountain of whipped cream to scoop up a bit, then popping it in his mouth. Yes, he is conscious of potentially having an indirect kiss with her, no he isn't going to acknowledge it. Yes, he barely got any of the fillings that way, but no, he doesn't really care. Besides -- ]

'sides, I've had crepes before. [ He could have said this before stealing a bite of hers??? Fuuta licks the little track of whipped cream off the corner of his mouth before continuing. ] They're fine. Just not my thing. You can have the rest.

[belialedge]

Really good. Making a dip's pretty easy by comparison to a full-course meal.

[ Then again, grinding his own herbs and pastes when making medicines as needed with all his knowledge? It was just par for the course that he was used to having to create various concoctions. He was no expert, but he knew enough thanks to Jubei's tutelage. Deceivingly, he was a rather impressive jack of all trades. ]

Sure. Then you gotta try the shake.

[ Sure enough, just like last time, Ragna has lowered his guard enough that he's willing to accept the chip directly from her hand once again. Gentle and smooth with the way he leans in and lets the dip-coated chip pop into his mouth, there's a satisfying little crunch before he leans back in his seat, satisfied as he keeps his eyes on her. ]

Y'know, since we're going back out to shop after this, [ A beat. ] I think I wanna find something a little more stylish to match you.

[ Since this is a date for real. Sure, he cleans up nicely now, but... ]

[schmisse]

To match me?

[ Ragna looks fine! Though when he brings that up, she cannot help but look him over— what she can see of him from where she's seated, anyway. ]

You look fine to me. What were you thinking?

[ She did dress up to match him! Or rather, put something on that he can complement. Like how she'd want to use his jacket once she starts feeling cold. Weiss isn't going to say no though! While he's spoiling her with all the shopping and looking around, he deserves some stuff for him too! If that's what he wants, she won't reject him!

And since he did tell her to try the milkshake, she reaches for the tall glass, giving the drink a stir with the straw. Ragna's straw ends up spinning slowly with the rest of the milkshake, too. ]

[belialedge]

Yeah! Whaddya think?

[ Although his original jacket was gifted to him back home (as was this close-approximation by Monika), Ragna held a surprising amount of value in how he presented himself. Not to mention he could also appreciate others for having some genuine style too. If anyone's opinion mattered the most to him... ]

Oh nothing big. I was...just...thinking I should swap that red jacket out for black or white. Maybe get outta these baggier pants and into something slimmer? More fitting? So long as I keep a jacket.

Y'know.

In case it gets cold...

[ Oh. ...Oh somebody was studying since the last time. After reaching for one last chip and some dip, his mismatched gaze tracks the slowly spinning straw that was his as she gives it a stir. Out of impulse, he reaches out for his to stop it. It wasn't bothering him. Just. Force of habit?? That's when he realizes he's got the tips of his fingers on one straw while Weiss has hers with the milkshake between them. ]

...

[ /// ]

Go for it.

[ He'll wait before he takes a sip too. ...even if there's an invasive thought in that brain of his that's telling him he can lean in and try at the same time??? No. No that's too much. ]

[schmisse]

[ Oh! He gets it!! Weiss' eyes light up, not in excitement or anything, but she's pleased that Ragna seems to be thinking the same thing that she is. And if that's the case? ]

Hmm... let me see your jacket.

[ But first, she'll take a sip of the milkshake! No wild reactions, but a hum of contentment. It's creamy and sweet, but also very espresso-y! Just one sip though.

Without saying anything else, she holds both hands out now, moving her fingers all "gimme". 'u' She's going somewhere with this, she promises! Let her cook. ]

[belialedge]

My jacket?

[ After grabbing one more satisfying sip of the tiramisu shake, he blinks and peers back over his shoulder towards the coat hanger lingering in reach. Thankfully with his height?? He doesn't even need to get up and out of his chair to reach back to unhook it. Just a liiittle bit of stretching and a grunt later and those brighter curious eyes keep hold of her as he presents her with it. ]

Here. You uh, feeling a little chilly out here?? [ He doesn't feel anything, and the "weather" is supposed to be immaculate but. Shh. Let her cook, Wagna. ]

[schmisse]

[ She did say he looks fine to her! This is all very important, okay?

Reaching for his jacket, she pushes her chair back a little so she has more space to move around. It might look bright and sunny, like they're actually enjoying a meal outdoors, but it's still pretty breezy! It's not cold, but it certainly is a lot more chilly for someone like her with her shoulders and neckline exposed, as well as her skirt being short. It's why she puts his jacket on, the bright red colour against her white outfit provides a nice contrast; makes her more visible, brighter, and easier on the eyes. ]

Well? Does it look good on me? Or do you think black looks better?

[ The jacket is just for her. Who are you even kidding, Wagna. ]

[belialedge]

[ Ragna, meanwhile, decides to cross a leg over the other with the space she's given him to slide the larger jacket on. It's a couple sizes big, but the contrast of red on white? It actually looks quite nice on her. Resting a forearm on the table, he gives her a proper look, up and down, really taking her in with an appreciative gaze as she asks what's going to look better on her. He's...not getting that jacket back unless he switches outfits, is he? And even so, if he does find a new outfit to end the date on, he's just going to send his current outfit back up to her suite.

...Then another intrusive thought enters his headspace. How large that jacket looks on her. And the number of times she's worn his Kaka clan-inspired hoodie, practically claiming ownership over it for herself. Or more specifically? The blip of a mental image of Weiss wearing his red jacket.

And only his red jacket. And yet, on the surface, he keeps his composure despite reddening cheeks as he hums in thought for a second. Thankfully he doesn't keep the former heiress in suspense for too long before he comes out with it honestly. ]

Red looks good on you. [ The black would look just as nice, but... ] It'd look even better off of you.

[ And on her floor. A knowing yet little smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, however, leaning back in his seat, proud of himself. ]

I know, I know. Behaving.

[schmisse]

[ Huh! He's really thinking about what to answer. She doesn't think he's that surprised by what she did, taking his jacket just to see if the colour looks okay on her. And she knows it does, but hearing it from him matters so much more. ]

Wagna... what are you thinking about?

[ Ah, there it is! And there it is. All Weiss can really do is roll her eyes and shake her head. ]

Behaving, right.

[ But she does tug on the jacket's collar, wrapping it around her a little more and covering herself up with it. ]

I like this... [ She says it so softly, so genuinely. She isn't flirting when she tells him that.

The jacket might be sizes bigger than her that it might look more like a coat than a jacket, but she does like it. It smells like him, too. ///// ] If you're getting anything new, it has to match this jacket.

[belialedge]

[ Watching Weiss cover herself up more thoroughly with his jacket, the way she so genuinely declares how she likes his jacket keeps that gentle smile aglow on his face. ]

I'm just picturing you hugging that in that snowy yard of yours...

[ The one that emulates snowfall in her royal suite. And it's an endearing and beautiful sight. ]

So stick with red and dark motifs but more date appropriate. [ He hums thoughtfully before nodding. ] Got it. I think I can swing something good for the rest of the day.

[schmisse]

Okay. You're not getting this back, by the way.

[ Just like his hoodie and other jackets, it's hers now. It will become part of the Ragna nest later on, too.

In fact, she won't say anything more about it. They can continue with their date! They were given a good serving of the appetisers, but Weiss makes sure to pace herself so that she isn't too full by the time their food arrives. It's the same with the milkshake! She'll take her time with it, making sure Ragna gets to have as much of it as he likes, too.

By the time their food arrives, the chips are almost, if not completely, gone. Weiss tries the pasta first since it was her order, then makes sure that Ragna gets to try it, too.

Ever since they agreed on turning this into a date? Weiss' mood has definitely changed. She's more happy, more agreeable, more honest. While she doesn't think that she's acting any different, she's allowed herself to be a bit more comfortable with Ragna now. She can ask for kisses, be closer, offer him food and feed it to him, without thinking of her intentions being misconstrued. It's like he allowed the day to be a bit more romantic, and she's just taking advantage of it.

They're both honest with one another and also not at the same time. One of these days, maybe the two of them will actually talk about what they want to happen between the two of them. For now, they'll opt for enjoying their day, thinking about nothing else and no one else but each other.

After their filling meal, they've got to look for clothes for Ragna, too! A change in outfit for him and more things for him to wear for all sorts of occasions— something to improve his wardrobe, since he does have a lot of space in his own room in their suite. Weiss is definitely going to get Ragna to wear more stuff like what he wore when he dressed up like a professor, though. 💦 He's unleashed a thirst monster upon himself and now he has to pay the price. ]

[belialedge]

Tell you what. You can keep it when I get my real jacket back. [ A beat. Two beats. And he gives her a knowing look despite his smirk. ] Uuuntil you've yoinked that one too I'll bet.

[ But he's not judging her for it. There weren't many that he would have trusted with something so important to him. This? Was a visual sentimental gift. And of course he appreciates it and feels right at home in it. But the weight of it was always going to feel different from what he always wore back home. That, and she somehow made "Ragna Nest" into something cute and...kind of endearing, when he knows just how valuable he was to her. Just as much as he values and treasures her in the time they've spent at this gilded resort.

Just as Weiss' mood shifts and lifts, Ragna's was also altered by the atmosphere of their outing changing. Before, he was content and relaxed to go out shopping with her and burn away that money from the curse. Now? He's equal parts happy and nervous. Yet he's receptive to her advances, flirtations, kisses, even feeding him when it embarrasses him despite the fact he doesn't say it. But...just because it flusters him? Doesn't mean that he didn't like it either. Not when he found himself returning the favour as he attempts to feed a portion of his dish right back to her. Calm, relaxed, a gentle smile on the surface...they really were going back to shopping after this. But now this was part of their date at the same time.

Their meal fulfilled and his temporary 'royal' treatment lifted, he's back to being a diamond in the rough, by his "queen"'s side. Only this time, they alternate between walking side-by-side, hand-in-hand. Her arm linked in his as he takes the 'lead'. All the way back to the Love Dove where Ragna decides he's going to ignore the staff and pick a wardrobe all his own. And since by Weiss' request, she'd like for him to keep a similar colour motif? Well...all he needed to do was slim down his choice of attire. No more baggy hakama pants. No over-styled jacket that was part of some Bloodplay™ clothing line. And when he finally steps out from the dressing room (with no Weiss in tow womp womp this is a surprise)...

Well. Suffice to say, he likes to think that he chose wisely. A fitting black shirt and more fitting black pants, and a deep red coat that flows with more style and grace. And not a single anime belt in sight FDSKLJA. It's surprisingly simple yet...he seeks her approval over it nonetheless. Because honestly? He looks stylish. The burning question now as he turns slowly at the hip so she can get a better view of him from different angles: ]

Whaddya say? Date appropriate?

[ ...Please don't go tackling your professor back into the dressing room, Miss Schnee. You two are on your best "behaviour". 💦 ]

[schmisse]

[ It's good to know that Ragna knows what's coming to him. She's yoinking every jacket in his closet. That's something she hopes to do one of these days. :)

Once they've finished their lunch and have looked around for something Ragna can try on for his wardrobe change, it's now Weiss' turn to wait outside, seated and just looking around until her opinion is asked for. Ragna steps out in something that isn't even completely different from what he was wearing earlier, just in a different style! In the same way that her closet is mostly blues, silvers, and whites, Ragna's seems to be red and black. Would gold look good on him? Maybe. The buttons on the goat make her think so. ]

Hmm...

[ She taps on her chin once she's gotten up and walks to him. No, she doesn't tackle him just yet, but she does circle him, eyeing him up and down and taking in this new style. Is it date appropriate? Yes. Does she want to jump him? Yes. Although- ]

Tuck this in. You'll look better that way. [ It's what she says once she's standing in front of him after that one round. She tugs on the ends of the shirt gently, not wanting to stretch the fabric, so that he knows what she means. ] And...

[ Now it's the collar of his coat she tugs on. Uh-oh... he hasn't even paid for it and she's claiming it already. 😔 ]

Let me see this. Take it off.

[schmisse]

Are you just going to repeat everything I say?

[ You can do it, Broca!! You can use your words!! ]

[schmisse]

You are pretty sunshine-y, huh? [ The comment gets Weiss to chuckle. She doesn't think Hiyori is pure sunshine like a certain friend of her is who just spreads positivity and happiness wherever she goes, but maybe it's because Hiyori also isn't naive that he doesn't come off as too sunshine-y.

In any case, Weiss thinks about it some more— calling Hiyori the King of Sunshine at some point. It may not be to tease him because it doesn't look like he doesn't like that nickname, but it'll likely come up in another conversation at some point. ] If you're saying our personalities complement each other, then I suppose I'll accept the title.

And right, it's definitely handy. While the House recognises me as the suite's owner, some other people have access to it. If they're not around and I'm carrying a lot of things, then I don't need to put the stuff down just to get anywhere around here.

[ She says that as if she lifts a lot of things, but the situation that this would mostly apply to is if she shopped too much and has so many bags that she can't open the door...

Onwards to their secret party! Weiss starts walking past Hiyori to lead the way when he mentions her non-existent sweet tooth. She's quick to turn around, cheeks puffed because. . . ]

I don't have a- oh, you know what? Nevermind. It's just you, anyway.

[ By which she means she gives up. He can continue thinking she has a sweet tooth and she won't put up too much of a fight about it! "Just you" just shows that she's comfortable around him! It's a compliment, if anything.

Further down the library they go, and Weiss stops in front of a shelf that looks like it's a dead end! There's actually a path way in between the shelves though. No doors, no nothing— just an illusion that there are still books in between, when the books that someone looking straight at it would see are the ones from the end of the secret path. Right next to it is a glass door that leads to Weiss' secret little hiding spot.

It's snowing out, with little snowdrops very slowly falling down. It's not cold though- it's just right!

And now that they're at their party spot, Hiyori will find a rectangle looking thing wrapped in navy blue wrapping paper with a blue ribbon on a chair. On top of it is another smaller square, in the same wrapping paper and ribbon. It contains her presents for him: a tea set and a necklace. On the table are some snacks for their party. Tea in a pot that should still be warm since she just let it steep when Hiyori arrived, as well as some mini sandwiches, scones, and macarons.

Weiss may not be good at expressing herself through words, always finding being honest about how she feels to be embarrassing, but she really does appreciate her friendship with Hiyori. She wants him to feel remembered on his birthday, even if it's weeks delayed. ]

I'm sorry it took so long to give you your birthday present.

IT'S ALL GOOD

[schmisse]

[ HE REALLY COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE TAKING A BITE??? But it's not a big deal. Weiss does feel some gratitude towards Fuuta for the crepe, because this is such a big discovery for her! She doesn't mind sharing at all, though she hopes that that bite he got was a good one. He might not have had enough of the jam in there and it was all just whipped cream! ]

This isn't some sort of monumental building that the first person to step in has to be the one who made it happen or anything.

[ She shakes her head at that, before bringing the crepe closer to her now that he's had his fill of it.

Damn - she should have taken a picture first! That's okay though... maybe next time. She'll be sure to get back here at some point. Not for the games, but for the food! ]

You can go play your games now. I can't really play while eating, so I'll watch you first.

[schmisse]

[ How did he take such a picture? Weiss won't even question it. Right now, there's no reason to think about these things when her thoughts are consumed by her lust and want for Kazuya. At this time, he's set her off. He's made her think of no one else but him, wanting his lips all over her, to make those marks that he always makes whenever they're together.

Ugh... maybe she'd even let him bite her, with just how badly he's turned her on.

It's why Weiss doesn't even text back anymore. She sends a voice message, far to busy fucking herself and imagining her dildo being Kazuya's cock. It's something she's gotten to know so well now that the feeling is nothing like it. ]

You look so good. [ As he strokes himself. Her voice is airy and breathless, ragged. She's close. ] Want it in me, Kazuya...

You'd feel so much better...