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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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
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
ESTJ-A
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How he used to recoil and tense when someone dared to grab his arm... Now when it came to anyone he trusted so close, coupled with the added control he'd come to gain over it, he actually felt warmth spreading from his chest at the contact. Instinctively, he shifts his stride for her to something a little slower. A little smoother so that she can comfortably rest her head against the side of his head as they walk. Ragna's used to being given a wider berth in public thanks to his lower rank...yet like moths to a flame, they gather for their illustrious Queen.
It's the exact same problem that Scott and Mitsuru had...
Luckily, Ragna's sort of numbed himself to the whole hierarchy. He will rank up in a meaningful way, if it meant balancing himself out with those he spends time with. Namely a particularly beaming Schnee hanging off his arm right about now. Were they dating?
Why aren't they dating?That's none of anyone's goddamn business! ]Kinda, yeah. [ As for why? ] You've been batting a thousand in anything you've worn.
[ Are you proud of him, Weiss? How proper he's become with saying what he means? ]
Guess we're putting that on the "shopping for" list. But, hey...
What about matching what YOU normally wear sometime? I mean, I'm not opposed to trying whites and blues.
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[ Or he cooks up something fancy for the both of them? They can find a nice little corner in the library where the view is nice, or some other more secluded part of her suite... it'd be a nice and romantic getaway even if they're just at "home".
To his suggestion that he matches her this time around, Weiss' footsteps slow as she looks at him. This time, she does let go of his arm, her own falling back to her sides. Hmm... Ragna in white, huh? That'd be interesting. ]
I'm sure you can pull it off. You already wore white when you dressed up like a professor.
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[ They've already agreed to a second date. ...and thinking of dinner or a movie, the latter wasn't on their agenda today. Yet he couldn't help but feel like there's a familiar vibe in the air between them today. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. So he decides to leave that on the back burner for now. ]
Professor? [ Half a beat. Then his eyes are widening as that was both a fun day and a flustering day for the temporary 'teacher'. Thankfully, he doesn't just immediately fluster up
at their lack of self-control over the course of the day] That's right. But I bet I could take it a step further.[ Which is to say Ragna was going to put some serious effort into his outfits today. He really wasn't into it as much as the likes of Weiss or Monika were, but now that he's got the space for more...why not? He'd spent a good chunk of his adult life in this style of jacket. It's been a challenge breaking out of his shell and actually branching out his style.
They walk side by side, past a particular group of NPCs who had a penchant for fawning over the royal ranks, torn between being enamoured by the beautiful Queen, and throwing up their eyebrows at the diamond in the rough she keeps around. In his periphery, they don't go unnoticed...nor do subsequent pairings or groupings as their attentions are drawn to the dynamic guests. If there are whispers and murmurs, he's not hearing them. But he is noticing that it's starting to get a little more crowded... ]
(What the hell's up with all the traffic today?)
[ An internalized thought that somehow distracts him from the fact he'd instinctively, blindly starting feeling for Weiss' hand to take in his. ]
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[ Especially if she's getting his hopes up and all! Wouldn't wanna dash them! And she knows he'd say something about how she always looks good or whatever—he always does—but she wants to be able to get him speechless! That's probably the best reaction she could ever get.
It looks like they've got more and more stuff on their list of things to buy now, though. Weiss is pretty excited! Even if they don't get to buy everything and use up all the chips today? That just means there's another day out together where they go shopping and talk about the most random of things.
It's nice! It's not even a date, but spending time together is nice. It's a different feeling if and when they're just making out or having sex or whatever. ]
Oh- [ She didn't think she would get lost, but the mall seems to be bustling today. Ragna taking her hand gets her to look up at him, surprised, but it's not at all a violent reaction. ] I guess a lot of people are out today, huh?
[ Best not to bring attention to him taking her hand. She just knows he's going to get shy about it. So instead of saying anything or smiling at him to show appreciation, she squeezes his hand and steps in a little closer to him. ]
Maybe we can still go around the shops and the lines won't be long? I don't mind if we just go shopping now and just have a snack later.
[ Hopefully there will be less people later when they decide to eat! ]
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[ Oh so blunt... Was it bias? Honestly, if he had to take a step out of his own shoes and observe? No. Not at all. He can just catch the vibe from the huntress that she wasn't crudely vain. If she knew that she was pretty, she confidently flaunted it. She towed the line between blatant and implicit, and...well. Yeah, she was objectively attractive. Beautiful. Before the two of them even had the chance to click, one of the first things he said upon inviting her up was how nice she looked— even if that remark came off more brusquely due to his fresh arrival. ]
"Summer"— [ The air quotes in his tone tho... ] —is apparently the busiest time of year.
[ The instant Weiss steps in a little closer, he reacts to the squeeze of his hand with one of his own. It's not tight, but his hold does firm a little bit. They're not going to get separated or anything! It's not like they're being bumped to at every pass...but something about it still feels right. He's still not going to ever let his right arm breath without a sleeve or gloving; no matter who he was with. With its ominous appearance, that wasn't the type of attention he wanted drawn to him. ]
Good idea. Everyone's out in the hustle and bustle, so it might not be a freakin zoo inside.
[ It IS getting closer to "lunch" time! Not that Ragna or Weiss were that hungry yet... The difference between the NPCs routine and the freedom of choice that otherworldly guests held. Frankly, going against the flow made him feel better, knowing that they weren't just following along. Blending in...
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[ While she appreciates his support (?), she does want to take care and make sure she looks nice according to her standards. Say it when you see it, Wagna. That's the only time it counts. ]
So... bookshop first? Then we'll check out gym equipment?
[ Because she'll direct them to that particular direction! Not unless Ragna wants to buy clothes first, then they'll take a different direction for that one. Weiss at least knows where to go, so it's not like they're going to get lost at the mall either.
Much as she likes following a plan and a schedule, she's keeping it light and breezy today! This is as much of a shopping trip for Ragna as it is for her, after all. ]
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[ In this case, he's actually going to be leaning on Weiss to guide him for most of the stores they hit up. She's the one who has a leg up on him, after all. Come to think of it...she's the one with a fresher Suite and a metric fuckton of space to fill. How full WAS that walk-in closet of hers anyway? New books to read are one thing, but it's the stationary that he's after... Although he's not opposed to getting surprised.
Who would have thought that pulling out of all the carnage he gets wrapped up in would nurture that more human side of him further? ]
Don't hold back on me either. You see something you want? You get it.
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She does appreciate Ragna telling her not to hold back. As if she was going to! He's got so many chips to spend and half of it is her share! They're buying LOTS of dresses and shoes and maybe even bags today. Although... ]
Oh, that reminds me, how much does a Wagna-made crepe cost? And a box of macarons. I want a month's supply of those.
[ Is she telling him to learn how to make macarons now too? Yeah. ]
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You're not talking about chips, are you. [ He huffs through his nose then, unable to help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth once more. It's not so blatant, but he takes a better hold of her hand, readjusting his grip for a second before gently swinging their arms once. ] Don't let me forget by the end of today. I'll come up with a fair price.
[ As for her second request... ]
Thank god for you got a fully-equipped kitchen. Baking's still a newer one for me.
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[ In fact, she wags a finger to emphasise her point. Take this to heart, do not forget, and don't get careless!
She steps onto the escalator, making sure that Ragna's right behind her so that they don't stumble onto it as they head to a higher floor. While she lets go of his hand, she does face him and give him her full attention. Also she's taller (???) this way. Just catch her if she ends up tripping backwards once they reach the top, Wagna! ]
I mean, if I wanted a hundred more dates, are you going to give me all of it? Those aren't something you can buy, you know.
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[ He'll think long and hard for her. Whether by the end of the shopping session or before they get back to her Queen Suite, she's going to get her answer. Escalators like this weren't common back in his world...then again, shopping malls like this weren't common either. Only in the far more illustrious Hierarchical Cities could you find various fancier shopping districts. But nothing so extensive or grandiose as the Nest. The Golden Peacock seriously outdid itself, even if it's unnatural as it is. Ragna's gaze follows Weiss as she takes a step on ahead, finally conquering his tree status from ahead. From here, even while she teases about wanting a hundred more dates, that smile of his turns more into a smirk as he sets a hand on his hip.
Look at her...the angel from on high, watching over him even now. ]
A month's worth of macarons for a hundred more dates...
[ They're approaching the top of the escalator, which has him looking over her shoulder as a cue. But he's prepared. If she loses her footing by accident. ]
Sounds priceless enough.
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[ So that he'd go on 100 dates with her? On top of the 31 he owes her??? •_• Weiss does have to think long and hard about this, which means she isn't watching her step at all. She's just looking at him, all curious! ]
Or are you making the macarons and then going on dates with me? Or... do we both— ah!
[ Weiss reaches the top already, but her heels trip against the edge of the escalator where the step meets the floor. She falls backwards, butt first, although if a certain Crimson Calamity prevents the accident, then maybe one young lady won't have a sore ass yet again! It's too soon for that JAHDJAD
Or he could wind up stumbling into her bc escalators are so very tricky like that. ]
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[ Though now that Weiss was musing it over aloud, he's the one that's getting confused now. Way to go??? ]
Or, wait, am I giving you a month's worth AND a hundred dates while you pay me with something else? The hell are we even—
[ "— ah!" ]
[ And there she goes, heels tripping up on the edge of the escalator before he has a chance to warn her, his body tensing instinctively as he wastes very little time in springing forward for her. A flash of panic strikes his features as he reaches out for her nearest hand (flailing or not). ]
Hey!!
[ Ragna didn't just step up to try and catch her. He leapt up the last bit of stretch to not only grab her by the wrist and pull her towards him, but his other arm cinches around her slender waist at the same time as he awkwardly stumbles off the escalator and onto flat ground. Given just how much taller he was than Weiss though, and the scramble of everything? By the time the two were done taking a half-spin around, her feet are barely touching the floor by the time he's got her body pressed flush up on his. At the very least, they've somehow managed their way off to the side so that others behind them could step off...all the while shooting them weird looks at first before minding their own business and strolling on by. ]
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It's like her heart stopped then, her body giving up and letting the accident happen.
Fortunately, there was someone there who wanted to avoid that! ]
Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going! [ Her hands have found purchase on his chest without her even knowing. When it registers, she just gives him a pat of acknowledgement before kicking her feet gently, a sign that she's asking to be set down. ] Thanks for looking out for me.
[ Should she do it again? Call her her hero? Honestly, she's a little embarrassed to try and be playful at this time, so it's a missed opportunity for sure. ]
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[ Because he could have just as easily warned her that they were on the top already. So he shoulders some of that 'blame' in all of this. Ultimately, it wasn't a big deal in the first place, as was apparent by the lightened smile that graces his lips before Weiss was gently kicking her little feet through the air. Right. That's his cue. Down she goes. Though he doesn't step back completely once her heels click on the smooth, polished concrete, his arms sliding down to her waist for a moment as he looks down at her. ]
I gotcha. You okay?
[ Spontaneously catching her like this and standing together in public so close has him forgetting how he'd usually call her something like "Angel" in this kind of situation too. They're supposed keep walking to the book shop... /// ]
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[ But she's giggling about it now, covering her mouth with her hand as she's set down. ]
I'm okay. You made sure of it, as always.
[ :)!! If she could reach the top of his head, she'd be giving him a pat right about now for being a good Wagna. Instead, she just smiles back at him. Seeing as she's unable to go anywhere else, locked in plate with his arms around her, she'll wait for him to let go before she takes his hand.
She'll need to be secure so she doesn't fall again!! And in fact, she tells him that if Ragna doesn't take her hand first. How "it's for security". ]
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For security she says, huh? He doesn't snort, but it's almost a chuckle when he quips back: ]
Lemme guess, you're gonna say you invested in Ragna Insurance?
[ ...What does that even mean. Like, how he's her insurance? Yeah. It's what he was going for anyway, coolly yet playfully as he says it. ]
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[ Boy! Use your head for once. It's never Ragna. Always Wagna!!! ]
Secondly, I meant how I wouldn't fall over if I tripped again because of you.
[ The conversations they keep having today just keep getting sillier and sillier, but that's just part of being friends and being comfortable with one another, right?
The shop where Nami and Weiss buy their stationery isn't too far from where they are now, and Ragna might actually figure out that that's where they're going once they're a few shops away.
It looks like a bookshop at first, but the closer they get and once they're inside, it's shelves upon shelves of stationery and related materials! There's an entire aisle just for pens, another aisle for brushes, inks, pencils, and all that. Weiss only slows down once they enter just to see how Ragna might react if he's never seen this place before, but she doesn't also dilly-dally by the entrance. ]
The notebooks and stuff are over here. We can go around later and I'll let you choose what you want to write with.
[ The staff even greet them! Or, well, just Weiss. "Welcome back, Ms. Schnee!" they say, and Weiss just bows her head slightly before leading Ragna to where the journals are. ]
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[ He'd passed the bookshop a couple of times in the past. For all intents and purposes, this was going to be his first real excursion into the bookstore. The two white-haired guests stand out amidst the majority of the NPC shoppers and browsers, and save for the front entrance having a display table with the latest and greatest "smash" hits (smut) on promotion, the inside is actually unassuming and surprisingly spacious! Frankly, the front entrance and what they were advertising rolls off his shoulders at this point. Before, he would have turned up his nose or made a snarling face. But he's got far more interesting things to do and see.
Like the time that he's going to be spending with Weiss as he does follow her inside. The staff greeting just Weiss doesn't surprise him, but when he lifts his hand in an idle, half-assed wave, they at least don't look at him with disdain? It's a modest improvement to just acknowledge him (probably because of his company) and nod before he's content in minding his own business with the huntress.
He's still holding her hand for the time being, though he'll probably start letting go once he's actually started taking pens, pencils and other knickknacks off the shelves to inspect them. Much like Swan Lake, there's even a couple of areas where patrons can sit down at some round tables to take a read of books or do some scribbling! There's a good chance that the staff would have given him grief for peeking at pages without buying, but maybe now that he's not here by himself... ]
Huh. Colour me impressed. Damn near got them in whatever colour you want...
[ The journals, he means, as he's lead along to them by the younger Schnee. He doesn't realize it yet— the trace of wonder in his expression as his eyes flit between different styles. Coil, hard spines, softcover... His gloved hand traces over the row of hardcover spines in various degrees of colour and thickness. ]</small
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[ There are some samples which are already open, so Weiss takes one that's similar to hers. The spine is sewn, with a faux leather soft cover, and it doesn't have any lines on the pages. Size is relatively small, but just big enough for day to day notes. ]
This is what I use. The paper is smooth but also has a little bit of texture, but not too much. [ She opens it up and holds it up to him, as if telling him to touch the page. ] For these kinds of papers, it's best to use a pencil or gel and sign pens. But there are smoother ones which have a little bit of gloss to them. Those are better for ballpoint pens.
[ Is she taking her role as the journal guru to heart? A little, but this is also something she really cares about! ]
I don't use a journal with lined pages since I sometimes draw things on it too, but maybe you might want to do that?
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[ Journal > Pen it is! As Weiss takes a journal that's reminiscent hers, he clues in on it right away. He never opened up her diary if it was ever left out, the contents of it forever a mystery to him as should be expected. If there's a temptation there, it's an easy one to resist as he bends down for her, already peeling off his left glove that conceals his "human" hand so that he can get a better feel for the page quality. While he's since calmed down considerately since his initial arrival at the Golden Peacock, this is the most sated and curious he's looked in a while.
There's almost something innocent about the way he pays so close attention to what she's saying, taking a genuine interest and doing his best to try. How was he going to know if he'd like something if he didn't give it a whirl! Easy enough to say when it's just all about a freakin journal. Ragna's touch across the page with a subtle coarse texture is delicate, pads tracing up and down the blank inside as he cocks an eyebrow. Like, it's not the first time he's touched or dealt with paper or anything! But he's genuinely attempting to commit the feel of it if they're going to be taking a gander at some stuff. ]
I think I getcha... What's a "gel" pen??
[ Signing pens? Ballpoint? Those make sense. But he's never heard of a smooth gliding gel pen before. ]
I feel like I'd lose track of my lines...then again, it IS just writing whatever I think about. [ A beat. ] What if I buy one of each? Try either one and see what I like more?
[ It's not like it's gonna go to waste. He's sure he can think of some good use for the one he doesn't turn into a journal. ]
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[ It'd probably make more sense later when she shows him the variety of pens! ]
I think if you bought a bunch of different notebooks and didn't like a specific type, you might end up wasting it. Then again, I suppose we can just re-use the notebook for some thing else.
What size do you think you're comfortable with? And are you okay with this kind of paper, or would you like something smoother or rougher? If you'd like, you can try the same kind of notebook I use and see how you like it.
[ There are all kinds of sizes! From B5, going down to even smaller ones. Weiss has shown Ragna the smoother type of paper, but he might end up liking the other kinds, too. ]
Oh, and... are you looking for a red cover or a black one?
[ Since those are his colours! ]
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[ At least, if he's guessing right. Still, there'd be time to pick and decide. Frankly, he might just go picking out a few for himself. They'd initially talked about looking at fitness equipment for her Suite but...really, he's actually starting to think less and less about that and may need to get reminded by the time they're done here. Otherwise, they're going straight to spoiling a Queen. ]
Something else...
[ . . . ! ]
I got just the thing for one of 'em. [ A beat. ] Jotting down recipes.
[ They really did live in a luxurious sex casino where staff served them whatever they desired... (or at least, they served Weiss.) But this? Was seriously the first time that Ragna actually had the chance to actually spend time with his hobby of cooking more. But so as to not get off topic from Weiss' guru session, he draws his hand back once he's done getting a feel for the paper. Really though...something that's only just hitting him? ]
Something around yours, I think...
[ For everything, really. But, seriously, ] There's...WAY more to writing and notebooks than I thought there was. Y'know that?
[ He's not judging. He's genuinely surprised as she moves on to asking about colors. ]
Oh! Huh... [ He blinks, canting his head briefly before looking back at the great wall of diary and the myriad of different tones. ] Maybe red. Stands out more, yeah?
But if I'm gonna buy a couple... [ Shit, he can't fully decide. ] Wanna pick another color for me?
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[ It's a lot!! There's a reason why penmanship is an art and why calligraphy is such an intricate form of art. oh god is she going to introduce ragna to body calligraphy sometimes...
Weiss only smiles when Ragna says there's way more to writing and notebooks. He seems interested at least, so Weiss hopes that she isn't putting him off with how eager she is about all this. ]
Well, it's just like how there's so much more to cooking and eating. Like how there's a specific spoon for soup and desserts, or... um, [ Okay, she can give an example for eating easily, but cooking? She's at a blank here... ] What kind of noodles to use when making certain kinds of dishes?
[ Yeah!! That sounds right. Weiss sounds like she's asking him a question but finds her confidence after saying it out loud. ]
The one I use has three kinds— no lines, lined, and dotted. Maybe a red one, a black one, and... [ She's humming in thought as she turns back to look at the array of journals. There really are all kinds! So she picks up a red one, a black one, and seems to have difficulty choosing what the next one should be. White would honestly get dirty easily? But she's using blue already... eh, that's okay. They can match! So she gets a sky blue one for him, too. ] How's this?
Do you like these colours?
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Weiss mentions cooking to strike the complexity of writing and penmanship home, and that actually nets her a lift in his expression. Like a lightbulb going off in his head!
Or the braincell coming back for a round inside his skull. adslkfj]That makes a whole lotta sense to me. Everyone's gonna know more about different things. Like there's more to fighting than just hitting something hard enough; different techniques... [ Well, at least he wasn't just running off and challenging every single thing out there in this resort. As good a fighter as he is, there hasn't really been much need for that around here save for the occasional supernatural or creepy threat. His train of thought stops, however, and he cracks a little smile again when he acknowledges the effort she's going through to make this relate to him. ] Thanks...for how much you've been explaining.
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Finally... Everything he could have ever wanted. Somebody to tell him what the hell is going on.][ The moment she holds up the sky blue journal for him, he blinks at it. The red and black covers get a more passing glance, not out of disinterest, but because of the reasoning behind that lightest book. He'll take all three, certainly, but he reaches for the blue one specifically as his mismatched gaze moves between the cover and her face...more importantly, her eyes when he quietly breathes: ]
Same shade...
[ Whether Weiss asks him what he's saying or what he means? His smile grows and his hold on the journal firms as he accepts it with a nod. ]
Sure. Red, black and blue it is.
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