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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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[ But the inflection he puts behind his words makes it sound like a real compliment. Which it was, if the way he was smiling for her was any indication. That is, up until she hits him with another ludicrously long nickname all over again. It brings him back to when they shared an intimate moment at the laundromat late into the night. What did she call him there? A lot of babytalking Wagna nonsense... To her credit, she never did call him that full descriptor again like she promised. This? This however was new. But of course he has to respond apropos.
Which is to say, with a slouch of his shoulders and an audible: ]
Ugh... That title's WAY too starchy!
[ ...he groaned about it yet dropped a pun anyways. The Gwim Weaper gives as much as he takes! Once more, he's taken back to the sheer glee Weiss got out of bombarding him with knee puns on the first day they met. How triumphant Weiss felt and how proudly she declared "Yes!" for her kneeslappers. If he's faux annoyed, it doesn't last for very long before he's already cracking a smile as he's lead along behind her. It's a smile that's, unfortunately, fleeting when they approach the restaurant and he allows Weiss to take over.
More returning to a neutral expression, he lets her do all the talking for this round as she takes the reins. Perhaps pulling on said reins a little too hard when her new routine to get them the best seats?
"I'm here on a date." ]
That's right—
[ Ragna you're the one who said you're her plus one also take your own advice and SHUT UP! ]
[ "Naturally, we want to sit at the most romantic table you have." ]
Uhh...y-yeah... Yeah.
[ It's not going on a date with Weiss that's the problem. Hell, he asked her out to go on another one! But that still blindsides him as he blushes at Weiss, looking oh-so-proud of herself as she lets go of his hand to take a peruse of the menu. Crossing his arms, he takes a peek from Weiss' side as he looks down at the same one. Well. Whether she actually considered it a date or not now, they're in it to win it as they prepare the finest table and service for them.
Her flustered oversized tater cants his head as he looks at the menu with a hum. ]
Huh...this place's got pizza too.
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Weiss looks his way when he makes his kneejerk violent reaction, questioning what she just said. She doesn't say anything, but she does arch a brow at his direction. Got something to say, Wagna? You're the one who told her to call you her plus one. Of course she'll say it in her own way. Why hasn't he learned yet that Happy Weiss, Happy Life???
And because he makes no further objections, she takes it as a sign that everything is all well and good! She won't mention anything about it, nor would she even consider this a date unless he actually does, so it's back to their regularly scheduled programming!
why are they not dating]Do you want to order a pizza, then? We can share that and the pasta, unless you think you can finish an entire pizza? [ '^' she doesn't know how hungry he is... but there are sizes to the pizza, anyway! If he ordered the personal size one, he'd be able to finish it all, for sure. ] Whatever you're having... I at least want to try it.
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spoken like a true girlfriendTap tap tap goes her finger on her chin, thinking about what she'd like to order. The penne ala norma looks good... but a regular carbonara doesn't sound too bad either... Maybe she should just keep it light and go for the vegetarian route, since they'll still be walking around the mall afterwards. ]no subject
Weiss looks up once she hears her name, then back at Ragna before putting the menu back on the counter. They're then led into the restaurant, and as usual, all eyes are on royalty. There's a room that's opened for them though, and while it's all VR, the sound of the ocean waves, the smell of the beach, and fresh air feels so real.
"Please have a seat, Miss Schnee." The chair is held out for her, before extending the same courtesy to Ragna. The staff here seem a lot nicer to him compared to the people at the Love Dove, at least? "Someone will be back to take your orders." ]
Oh... Thank you!
[ :'D;;; It's all smiles from her for now, until they're left alone for a bit. Even she didn't think they would get a table like this? It feels a little too much, even for her! And they're not on a date!! So- ]
Sorry, [ An apologetic grin is the best she can give her not-date right now. ] I shouldn't have said something like that just to get a nice seat.
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Maybe... There's a lotta good ideas on this menu. I might hafta take notes. [ If there's one thing Ragna had plenty more time for beyond having sex, training and investigating the resort, it's improving upon his cooking skills that Jubei instilled in him. ] Maybe a medium pizza and we can share it with the rest of our order.
[ Frankly, he never really cared to count his calories. He ate relatively healthy with a diet high in protein, but he fought and trained so rigorously that what he ate really didn't count. When Weiss insists that she wants to try whatever he has, all he does is smile back at her, knowingly.
He may have never had a girlfriend before, but he knows the vibes. asfdjkl][ "Miss Schnee, your table is ready."
Ragna perks up around the same time that Weiss does, blinking to her before they're lead in by the waiter. Whilst the staff hang head over heels for the Queen and to an extent, her "plus one", patrons of the restaurant don't sneer at Ragna or anything. They just look away if he happens to glance in their general direction. Why should they give him any further attention? Most are whispering about the beauty and radiance of the Queen of Spades instead. Thankfully, they won't have to worry about prying eyes for much longer when they're lead to their own VR-enhanced dining room.
One that throws him for a loop because at first, he didn't register that this was all illusory. ]
What the...?
[ Their chairs are held out for them; Ragna included. And he's taken by surprise by that matter. Was it because he was here with Weiss? Was it all about the hierarchy? Either way, he decides to rear back on that train of thought to focus on just enjoying his time in with Weiss. Almost mirroring her, speaking of... ]
Oh, uh, thank you.
[ :'D;;;? Standing alone with the former heiress in the face of a beautiful beachside and a table awaiting them where no sea breeze would bother them, he can definitely feel the pressure building. But then,
"Sorry," ]
Huh? What for? [ Ragna shakes his head dismissively to her apology. He was just...more surprised than anything. It would have been worse if there were others around to watch them. But for all intents and purposes, it really does feel like they're no longer at the Golden Peacock. ] You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Though...now he feels a little overdressed in contrast to Weiss now. Especially for a beautiful oceanside table. So he starts to remove his red jacket with the conveniently located coat hanger situated off to the side for their exclusive use. A couple of accessory belts later and he's down to his thinner black ensemble from top to bottom. ]
Sheesh. It really does feel like a date now...
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[ Ragna says he didn't do anything wrong, so she relaxes a little, waiting for just a little bit more approval from him that this is all okay before she can enjoy their lunch completely. If he doesn't seem too bothered about the VIP treatment, then it's fine! Weiss has obviously experienced VIP treatment before, being a Schnee and all. Though if she were to try and recall any beach trips back in the day, she wouldn't be able to come up with any. They never really had family trips, and she never had a reason to go to the beach on her own. Not that she would...
She picks up the table napkin to put it on her lap. She's got an all-white outfit, so any stains on it would be bad! That's when Ragna makes a comment about the ambiance, getting her eyes to widen as the same fact sinks in, too. ]
Huh.... I guess it does.
[ '^' She looks at their fake scenery for a moment, listening to the sounds of the birds that aren't even there. Is that a hint of a smile on her face? Maybe... but when she looks back at him, there's red tinting her cheeks. ]
Should we just... you know...
[ She tucks her hair behind her ear before looking away again, trying so hard to not look at Ragna with what she's insinuating. He can hopefully understand what she means! That they should just go with what they're handed and consider this a date? Maybe it won't be all that bad. ]
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[ After all, why else would he have swept her off her feet and played along to moan their way out of Love Dove? She's the reason he's stepped out of his comfort zone and discovered a side of himself that he either never knew existed...or thought he'd have to say goodbye to a long time ago. His gaze falls back to Weiss where she's neatly seated, only to notice the red tint of her cheeks so much easier. She always did have a paler complexion. If anything, it made her blushes all the cuter. And when she smiles, a hint of it gracing her lips... ]
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[ Clearing his throat, Ragna scoots in on his side of their intimate little table, hand resting on the menu without giving it a single glance as his focus is squarely on the shy Schnee sitting across from him. He's the one who said it outloud...and it was passing commentary. But it's also been a thought that's crossed his mind numerous times. They've wanted to set up their new date for a while now, yet the House always seemed to have other plans for them... Thinking of it now? That just feels like an excuse. Something he wants no part of when he should be the one to decide what he wants. Just the same as Weiss. ]
...make this our next date?
[ It's no secret that they like one another. Even when there were remaining feelings that continued to be left unsaid. Implied. Just beneath the surface as the sound of gentle rolling waves in the distance creates an ambience to their discussion. ]
I mean, they say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, yeah?
[ This should be the part where Ragna lays a line on her about how nothing was sweeter than a date with her. And he even thinks about it. Instead, he huffs, a smile growing on his face as he asks for her attention. ]
Hey.
[ He knows that he's already asked. She's already said yes. But... ]
Want me to ask you out?
[ You know. So it's "official". ]
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Or make a nice bowl of mashed potatoes from beautiful shallot and potato that life gave me.
[ THAT MADE NO SENSE. She's just being silly now! And it keeps going. Ragna asks if she wants him to ask her out. The answer is a resounding "yes!", but she won't give him that so easily. ]
Not if I ask you first!
[ Weiss this isn't pre-school!!! She doesn't even give Ragna a chance to breathe with that one when she gets up on her feet, hangs banging on the table for effect. ]
Wagna the Bloodedge, I would be honoured if you went on a date with me today.
[ >:)!!! HEH!!!!! First. ]
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And it only makes having to let her go all the more harder.]So when life gives you...potatoes? You mash them and then-wait where the hell did the shallot come fromYou know what? Yeah. I get the sentiment.
[ Just like the day they met, Weiss' silliness takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions as he processes it all. Clearly, this was the opening the wily Huntress benefited from, yes? Because as he still recovers from their fun little back & forth, his bid to flip the tables on her backfires completely when the all-powerful Schnee gets up to her feet and bangs her hands on the table for dramatic effect. Sure enough? He doesn't get a breath in before he's downright reeling.
Just what is this power?! ]
Ggh—!!
[ Well??? What say you, Wagna the Bloodedge???? There was a part of him that felt an indescribable itch to shoot to his own feet and point his finger back at her. There's also another part of him that felt the urge to laugh at her childish burst to make it a competition. But neither of those surfaces. After the initial comedic shock wears off, Weiss is instead met with a man sitting, looking up at her with his chin resting in his hand. With a blink of his eyes and a smile, he accepts it all. He'd say that he was charmed by her, but...she did that a long time ago. But nobody said that she couldn't do it again. Over and over again. All so she can keep giving him all the more reason to say: ]
Yes. Yes, I will go out with you today, Weiss.
[ Said so seriously too?!? ]
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She really should be acting more mature, more her age, as she always does. It's also so easy to just act so freely though. No one's watching her, no one from her world is here anymore. She'd like to think that she still represents the Schnee family name well, both by offering help to those in need
and by being a good lay, so even if she does seem more happy and more free, this isn't all that unbecoming of her. And with Ragna, he just makes it too easy for her to act her age, like a girl who isn't out there trying to save the world and minimise her losses. It's a side of herself that she hardly even shows to anyone.When she gets that sweet, sweet "yes", she sits back down oh-so-daintily, not quite looking smug, but looking rather satisfied. You snooze, you lose, Wagna... ]
Perfect. Then, as a way to classify that this date is official, I'd like to propose the following activities:
Number one- [ Oh. She's listing things?? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SHE'S HAD THIS PREPARED FOR DAYS???? ] We'll share a dessert together.
Number two: a walk around the conservatory just like on our first date once we've accomplished all our shopping tasks.
And last but most certainly not the least, number three: a kiss once we're back home to signify the end of our date.
[ Number four: she has sex with him before bed because she won't stop kissing him once they're back "home", but that's a secret number and isn't on the list ]
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Such as?
[ ...whole. Was that too dramatic? It was hard to say when he'd spent practically all of his life feeling some form of emptiness. He wasn't emotionless, his humanity intact as it was. But it's more like he didn't realize what he didn't have until a certain white-haired girl currently laying down the steps for their newfound date, showed him the way. And continued to do so day in and day out. ]
Wait, did you have a gameplan the WHOLE time—?
[ "And last but most certainly not the least," Chin in his hand, he continues to listen, colour tipping his ears at the prospect of a kiss at the end of the day. How many times have they found themselves kissing without the need for sex after? How many times has it lead to that? ]
Okay that settles that then. You're DEFINITELY the more organized of the two of us.
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Yet as the silence grows and the sound of ocean waters rolling by their side continues, the scenery's become secondary to the swordsman. He hasn't stopped looking at her. Watching her. Admiring her even when they took that more childish detour and she jumped at the opportunity to ask him first.
Suddenly, his throat feels a little tighter, and he swallows softly before his lips part. At first, no words come out...then a second is all it takes for him to find his voice again. Gentler. Not so much quieter, but softer and honest as he reaches out to her with his words. It wasn't just about saying things properly either. It's about asking. Even when it feels so scary. ]
Hey, Weiss? [ Whether she says anything back or not, he takes another breath. ] All of this...all this time, I mean...
Have we been...—?
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[ Rapidly blinking, it's like he's been pulled out of a trance he didn't even realize he was in as he tilts his gaze towards the waiter who arrives on the virtual oceanside scene. Was he disappointed for being interrupted? He doesn't show it at least! ]
[ "Thank you for waiting! I'll be your server this afternoon. Have you had a chance to browse our drinks and appetizers?" ]
What was that? [ Blinks back at Weiss, then glances down at the menu before turning back to the waiter. ] Sorry, I got a little distracted.
[ True to the radiance of the Queen he's sharing a table with, the waiter treats him respectfully when he suggests: "Shall I give you two another couple minutes?" ]
I dunno. Weiss? Do you wanna start with a drink and appetizers? [ Then they can decide on their main? ]
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[ She resents that accusation that she had this whole thing planned! >:( She pouts at him, holding the menu close to her chest, as if daring him to say anything more accusatory... but he doesn't, so she continues listing things off.
It doesn't seem like Ragna has any objections, but it sounds like he has a question he'd like to ask. Unfortunately for him, she isn't exactly a mindreader. Even though she's gotten used to being more sensitive of others, she can't quite figure out what he wants to say. All this time... have they been...?
She hangs off every word, while her brain fills out the unsaid words, jumping the gun, making assumptions, making her heart beat faster than it should. She just knows she'd be in the wrong if she completed his sentence for him. Have they been dating all this time? So she waits patiently, keeping her expression neutral even if deep down, she's hoping that that's what he would say.
Because... she would want to hear what he thinks about that. Dating in this place would be very complicated, and she's already aware that she has quite a jealous streak. But if Ragna does like her the same way that she does him, she would want to try, anyway. She'd try for him.
It doesn't look like he'd be able to finish that thought, though. She's still watching him, thinking about various scenarios in her head as he speaks to the wait staff who's come in to take their orders. Ragna then looks to her to ask if she wants anything, and she's dazed for a second or two. Only when it completely sinks in that those mismatched eyes of his are on her that she straightens in her seat. ]
What?
[ Fortunately, the waiter repeats the question, patient for the queen. "Have you had a chance to browse our drinks and appetizers? I highly recommend our Arancini or Cannoli Chips & Dip. For drinks, how about our Tiramisu milkshake?" ]
Oh, sure! Let's go with the chips and the milkshake. We'll share, so can you give us two straws? [ She looks to Ragna for confirmation that this is okay with him, because she wouldn't want to just be the one enjoying the food! They don't have to talk about it now. They've got a date to seize, after all, so she gives him a smile before looking back at the waiter. ] We should have our orders ready for the entrées once the milkshake is here.
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Uhh Weiss??
[ Ah! There she is! The waiter also repeats the question and it honestly all sounds very good. He's heard of Tiramisu before! It's supposed to be a popular Italian dessert and flavour, right? ...Huh. Funny, he should have taken a liking to it sooner, given how much he likes coffee on its own. There was only one way to find out, really. The instant his date seeks confirmation on the double straw situation, he nods instantly. ]
Yup. Two's good, please.
[ "Most certainly, my Queen. Please enjoy the view and our hospitality." Just as the waiter is preparing to take their leave, however, Ragna pipes up as he quickly remembers. ]
Oh! And a round of waters for us both, please.
[ Ragna? Your peasant ass is so lucky that you're here with the cream of the crop. Because they turn and give a respectful little bow upon adding: "Of course. Right away." Once it's back to the two of them, his shoulders slouch slightly as he turns to return Weiss' little smile from earlier. They've already established that they're making this into a proper date, and the gears are already churning for that solitary brain cell they ping pong together. Neither of them went into this day preparing to make it a date...but she still dressed to match with him all the same. And her dress is far nicer than his own black ensemble. It's more close to what he usually wears underneath his typical attire back home.
Somebody's fixing that when they finish eating. ]
Getting treated like royalty almost doesn't sound so bad when they're not asking you to step on them.
[ Still weird to him, but. It's way less awkward than how they treated the couple at Love Dove. Then again, asking their Queen to do horny things and interrupt her dining experience probably wasn't in their establishment's best interests. ]
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[ There! Now she's treating him like """royalty""", too!
Weiss is in a far good of a mood thanks to the recent turn of events. If they're on a date, it means free reign to flirt, right? Not that she really stopped herself from doing so around him. . . but after joking about asking him to step on her, she does rub the side of her foot against his ankle. Whether or not he gets what she's trying to do is entirely up to him. Weiss can read the room if her "advances" don't exactly work. ]
The staff can be normal when you put your foot down. Though more often than not, they're... really just birdbrains. I don't know if anybody here likes dealing with them.
[ She shrugs her shoulders before looking back at the menu. They've got their appetisers set and their drink, but Weiss did say they'd have their entrées ready by the time their initial orders are served. ]
What kind of pizza caught your eye?
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[ The real answer is no. The only stepping he's doing is on whoever's ass he has to kick. But there hasn't been much need for that around here. Save for the Crawlers and his encounter with Kazuya when his demons got out of control. As Weiss tips her foot out beneath the table, he thinks he feels something, color creeping up to his ears as he registers her foot rubbing up against his ankle. Blinking at her as if he was surprised...
It's a couple seconds later that Weiss would feel him spin his foot around to attempt to tap the top of hers. As if to teasingly tell her, "no no", but he can't really stop her. ]
Yeah. Turns out it only works one way...unless it's the beach and you're those freakish seagull lifeguards.
[ Just like Weiss can't stop him from getting comfortable in his seat whilst he takes a peruse of his menu— his bigger foot ohhh so casually gliding up the side of her exposed leg, daring it to lift up beneath the table as it brushes the back of her calf unless she slips it out of the way. ]
This prosciutto and arugula one looks promising... Towards the bottom of the page you're on. [ Should Weiss take a gander? ]
"Marinated tomato sauce, topped with prosciutto, arugula, Parmesan and bocconcini cheeses."
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[ Oh boy. She might just end up telling the staff at some point that she would get SOOOOOO HORNY if they treated Ragna like a king. And then she'd jokingly ask him to step on her before taking it back and laughing her ass off.
Ah, what a time that would be.
What a time it is now too, when Ragna isn't even saying no to her advances or reacting negatively. He isn't saying anything about it, and neither will she! ]
Oh, that sounds good. [ And for a second or two, her eyes are set on his, as if telling him that he's the good one. Weiss doesn't move her legs or anything, allowing Ragna to do as he pleases before she can get back at him later on. The smile on her face doesn't go away even when she looks down at the menu, though. It's a miracle she hasn't gotten up from her seat yet and jumped him. ] If we're having that for pizza, maybe we can try the sun-dried tomato pasta?
[ She's behaving! ]
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He might reflexively bristle on occasion, if only for how little "affection" he's received before coming to the Golden Peacock to begin with. But it's just so easy with Weiss. She's the one who helped him settle into accepting things that he otherwise would have never had in his life. Although sometimes, it feels like despite how insatiable he could be when his switch was flipped...before reaching that point? He would mentally flip at the thought of showing signs of affection over the months that he got to know the former heiress.
He has to wonder though...what ran through her head?? He couldn't read minds, after all. Something told him that she couldn't possibly have all pure intentions judging by the smile on her face as she keeps her eyes on him. ]
I'm getting hungrier the more I think about it.
[ ...The pizza, or what he's thinking of doing to her later? A subtle smirk crosses his lips as he finds himself slowly but surely getting into his own comfort zone. This virtual space may be odd and out of place from the norm this resort provides, but in another way...letting himself forget for a little while. Isn't that what they both wanted? To have their dates removed from the 'prison' they've had to call a home away from home? Then, flirting with her like this had nothing to do with ranks, cards, or any outside influences. No...from day 1, it never was about any of those things, wasn't it? ]
If we like any of this enough, I can take a crack at making it back at your place sometime.
[ Which is to say, the sun-dried tomato pasta is more than okay with him.
Their lunch date is a little heavy on the carbs, but frankly??? They burn a lot. Like. In excess. 💦 ]
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[ They haven't had it yet, but it doesn't mean Weiss can't butter him up so she can enjoy his meat later on- wait. ]
Even if we end up not liking it, I'm sure you can try making your own version and make it even better.
[ This time? She does speak the truth and isn't just saying it to make him feel good. It took months for Weiss to get to her Queen rank, where she now has a kitchen for meal preparation and all. While she isn't the main user of it, being able to give someone a space to make food was one of the reasons why she went for this big promotion to begin with. ]
Jin Mingming's food is nice and all, but I really enjoy the meals you make at home. [ At first, Weiss doesn't make a big deal about what she said, but she hears her thoughts in her head and realises that she just called her suite "home". Their home? They share a home? ] Um- Back at our suite, I mean.
[ Okay, there! Much better. Just ignore how red her cheeks have gotten just thinking about it. She can't even look him in the eye anymore after saying that!
They aren't even together!!! Just. . . whatever this is! Dating and going through the motions of everyday! Ragna most certainly isn't her boytoy, unlike what Rinne thinks. But... it's not bad to call it theirs, right? He has his own room and stays there most of the time... She wouldn't be greedy about something like a place to stay in. Especially not with him. ]
The biggest reason why I wanted a bigger suite was so that you could have space to do all that, so... I hope you make the most of it.
[ ///// things she wouldn't say if they weren't on a date. ]
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The only reason such a thought might have done so? Is the fact that he knows he hasn't given up on them finding their way back to their worlds. But in this moment...it really strikes home something else deeper with Ragna. The surprise ebbs away as his foot slides down from playfully rubbing her calf. But rather than completely retract away, he keeps it occasionally tapping against her own foot as he rests one hand atop the other. Softened mismatched eyes hold to hers even as she starts blushing. ]
Yeah...I get what you meant.
[ This? What's happening between them? What's been happening this entire time?? Something that even others were noticing? It wasn't just Rinne, but even Topaz asked him about her... When Weiss fesses, quieter what the biggest reason she upgraded her suite was, he doesn't look back in utter shock. Because there was still a part of him, deep down, that finally accepted that he wanted something more selfish in life. In his life here. And he feels his heart swelling at the fact that she kept him in her thoughts this whole time. Whether it was creating a space for Kazuya and him both, for comfort...to give him a space to do the things that he wanted...
All she's done is give for him. Even now she continues to do so, day in and day out. ]
Thank you, Weiss.
[ There's a gentleness in his words that have become reserved for those nearest and dearest to him. And the one that was closest to his heart in such a way now was sitting across from him as his left hand closes a little more tightly over his right on the table. This was only difficult to share because for what felt like one of the first times in his life...
He actually gave a damn about what somebody thought of him. Inside and out. ]
The truth is... [ His cadence quiets a little. Not a whisper by any means. ] I don't wanna rank up for a better place. My biggest reason...is you.
[ He doesn't break eye contact. ]
So if we go out like this, we don't hafta jump through hoops because I'm on the bottom. Hell, I'd probably barely use whatever new suite I get. I mean...
[ ///// This is a date, right? There's no better time to say things properly, right? When it's just her. For her ears alone. He'd think about what he wants to say more, long and hard, but he's been harbouring this choice for some time now, hasn't he? When she was still a Five of Spades. ]
It might not be "home"...but it sure feels like it wherever you are.
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She didn't ask for him to consider her when making choices like that, but he does so, anyway. It looks like they're both the same in that aspect...
Ragna, you really are so sweet. ]
You really must be so crazy about me that you'd even consider me when you're thinking about your own rank.
[ To tease him even more, she gives him a wink while her foot slides up against the back of his ankle, making sure she pushes his pants up a little so it's skin against skin even just for a second.
Weiss can't keep up being cool any longer than that though. She breaks, laughing and covering her mouth with her hand. Meanwhile, her cheeks look a lot redder compared to earlier, but she doesn't have any reason to hide it now. The truth is, she's also talking about herself with what she said—thinking about him when she makes certain decisions because she's crazy about him. ]
I don't mind that we do... I mean, I don't like how the staff treat you before I tell them off, but if I can get you to carry me and whisk me away like some kind of prince on a steed, then I think that's a win for me.
[ That's enough of all the jokes, though. Weiss lets out a breath through her nose, wondering if her thoughts that are now racing a mile a minute are worth saying out loud. It's no secret that they like one another, even if they really haven't said those words out loud. They've never really implied it either beyond asking each other out on dates... or the usual jokes. So something serious like this. . . she hopes it won't scare him or push him away. ]
I guess we think about each other more than we let on, even when there's so much going on around us.
[ Like all the sex, for one. ]
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...regardless of the truth? Given how everything happened between them, Ragna may as well have when she winks at him and shifts the cuff of his pant leg up to get a direct feel. ]
Something something about "putting words in my mouth"... I woulda said something like that before, right?
[ Just as the taller man's foot makes a move to let hers ride just a little further up against his skin beneath his pants, she breaks. She laughs. And he just can't help himself anymore. Not when his shoulders shake and he chuckles behind sealed lips with a growing smile. His leg does eventually settle down for now, drawing back from their little under-the-covers tussle their footsies were having. ]
You know I can suck it up and do it anyway, right?
[ Now was he joking?! ...Partially. Because it certainly wasn't something he would do for just about anybody. Yet the urge was there. That protective instinct that he didn't even acknowledge for a very long time. Weiss' heart wasn't the only one hammering wildly and rapidly. But he he does well in quelling his breathing with gentle, deep breathes. Especially as they find themselves approaching a topic most sensitive in a place like this. He learned real quick about what the word "polygamy" was...and even still, something about it didn't sit right with him. Yet their circumstances weren't exactly normal, were they?
His expression is still as calm as before, a smile having yet to leave his lips when she speaks so honestly. How the hell can he not answer in kind? ]
Yeah. Something tells me it's because of what's going on around us that we don't let on as much.
[ But he wouldn't tell her to stop seeing her other playing partners. Just as he would expect that she wouldn't do the same thing for him. Was there a slight pang when he thought about her "having fun" with someone else? Absolutely. And yet between adjusting to have a more comfortable way of living in this haunted resort, until the time came they could get out, Ragna...was doing much of the same.
But in this isolated space, with the time they've got before their waiter can come back to serve their drinks and appetizers, he's going to use this for something deeper and more important. Something for just the two of them. ]
I guess since we're being honest, if I had it my way? And we didn't have these ranks or suits or games?
This is all I'd want.
[ Dates like this. Relaxing days in the kitchen improving on his hobby. Movie nights in. Walking and talking. Yes, even all the sex they have. He'd take it all if he was going to spend all this time here. At the core of all of that...all he'd want is to spend time with her. While they still can. ]
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[ So yeah, he would have definitely said something like that before and he's free to say it now. It would still just be a joke between them now... a running joke that isn't even a form of teasing anymore but a way to make the truth seem lighter and easier to accept.
They can say things properly to one another and they very well will, but it isn't so bad to joke around every once in a while.
To Ragna saying that he can suck it up and do it every once in a while, Weiss just laughs. The air is light between them even if they're breaching a serious and deeper topic. It's... fine though. That's what being on a date is for, right? While they agreed to run away and pretend that they aren't affected by what's going on with the House, they both know and understand that this date isn't just a friendly one.
So much so that when Ragna says that this is all he'd want, if they could just ignore the game and the suits and all the dumb magic sex stuff? ]
Well... you know what I think. [ While her smile doesn't fade away, her expression does seem a bit more solemn now. That time when the Hearts game was happening and Weiss' suit activated, what Weiss did and said weren't just because of her suit. They were her own feelings amplified.
At the core of it all, she wishes that she was the only one for Ragna. Not as the object of his affection or even anything like a (gasp) romantic prospect. While that would be nice, she can't really expect that from him... Rather, it isn't something she wants to even talk about right now. If Ragna opened up the floor to that topic though, then maybe she'd talk, but she wouldn't initiate any conversation about the two of them going steady especially in a place like this. ]
I'm just happy to be with you like this. I want to make the most of our time together.
[ Not just on this date, but in general! So, inspired by impulse, she gets up from her seat and carries her chair to another side of the table. She won't sit across Ragna anymore, but instead sits closer to his side while still being able to see the fake view that the restaurant has given them.
It's then that the door opens again and their server comes in with their milkshake, a carafe of water and glasses, and their appetiser. He only merely arches a brow, seeing how the queen has changed the set up of their seats. There's no place for him to make any comments, and his task is to serve, so he introduces each order before placing it on the table.
"Are you ready with your orders, Miss Schnee?"
Weiss' hand moves from under the table, placing it on Ragna's thigh to call his attention. ]
Are you decided on the prosciutto and arugula pizza? I'm okay with the pasta already.
[ Go on, Ragna. You can tell the wait staff the orders! ]
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Yeah... I know. We both know.
[ "I'm just happy to be with you like this. I want to make the most of our time together." ]
Weiss... I do too—
[ Ah! What timing! Their server is here. And admittedly, the Tiramisu Milkshake looks quite appetizing! Especially with the shavings on top the perfectly spiralled whipped cream. The moment they arch a brow at the scene of the Queen switching sides to be closer to her date, Ragna catches this. Rather than make a scene, he's prepared to oh-so-subtly slide his hand down over Weiss' thigh when suddenly? She beats him to the punch. Eyes widening slightly, he merely clears his throat before picking up the pieces for her. Enjoy that subtle Wagna thigh flex, Weiss. ]
Okay then. So! [ His focus is on the waiter, menu already folded up since they know what they want as he prepares to hand it to them. ] We'll have a medium prosciutto and arugula pizza, and an order of the sun-dried tomato pasta.
[ "Ah, yes. Very good. Will that be all, Miss Schnee?" ]
Yes. Please and thank you.
[ Because clearly it's at the behest of the Queen of Spades that he places the order for them! Basically, you can ask Ragna too, waiter. He's there too. Standing in the presence of the Queen, however, they can't afford to have an awkward reaction so they smoothly step in and graciously accept the menu back from Ragna's hand.
"Please do enjoy your appetiser and milkshake."
Bowing out and taking their leave from the virtual scene without incident, Ragna looses a "phew" of a huff before giving Weiss a knowing little smirk. ]
You beat me to it.
[ Nothing implicit or anything, but his hand slides down over hers atop his thigh, pinning it gently whilst he weaves his fingers between hers. ]
I was about to get my hand on your leg.
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... then no one goes home. Is that why?
It's a thought that isn't a priority right now. Not when Ragna's hand is on top of hers now as he so boldly says that he was about to place his hand on her leg. Tsk, tsk. Weiss shakes her head upon hearing that. ]
What? You're not the only one who can touch.
[ She has Wagna touching rights!! More so now that they're on a date. Even though their fingers are now laced together, with Ragna's hand on top of hers, she tries to move their joined hands away from him. Much closer to his—you guessed it—knees. ]
I can't wait to get you back home and unwrap these.
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