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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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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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But I'm competitive and wanted to get there first.
[ He is competitive. But he's also clearly joking as Weiss moves their joined hands further down. Until they're squarely on one of those prized knees of his. Which were...honestly? Very sturdy and well-kept. Ragna spent a good chunk of time walking between Hierarchical Cities, after all. All the cardio. All the durability. All the stamina. All to fuel the best knees in all of Golden Peacock as he shoots her a knowing smirk.
Unwrapping his knees...that should be stupid, but he huffs in a light laugh anyway, their milkshakes and appetizer forgotten at least for a couple more moments. Don't mind him. He's...a little preoccupied with a more favourable snack. ]
Two perfectly good gifts just waiting for you. [ Though they're playing around with his legs, that hasn't stopped him from looking past her and down towards her lap, tone of voice lowering slightly as if he's sharing a secret meant exclusively for her. ] You got a nice pair yourself.
[ Oh he's being stupid and for once, he knows it. He's clearly talking about her knees. Right?
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[ Two perfectly good gifts, indeed... They're both in a good mood now, joking around, harmless flirting. (For now.) He even tells her that she's got a nice pair. Wherever his eyes are, she knows he isn't (just) talking about her knees.
Their food will be fine if they're left to sit there a moment longer. Weiss not only leans closer, but she moves her free hand, slipping it between his legs, just to sit on the chair. It's so dangerously close to Ragna's third """knee""" (wait) ]
Want me to give you a kneejob, Wagna?
[ Weiss, it's stupid jokes like this that end up escalating and then YOU don't end up liking it smh... ]
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This is a
wonderfulterrible idea. ]A kneejob? Seriously??
[ Because he has to put up some resistance to her stupid jokes...about as much resistance as he's putting up sliding his own free hand over her own smooth leg. Not riding up her skirt...but oh he could. He so could. They're leaning in against one another by now to make this work, but neither one is in any risk of tumbling over one another. (Unless Weiss was thinking of "tripping" into his lapohnoooooDFLKJAHS) ]
So long as you don't mind me giving you good rubdown after.
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[ She is so jumping him and tearing his clothes off the moment they make it back at the suite. Not unless he gets to her first if he's being competitive, but she sure as hell won't tell him what her plans are now. He'll figure it out later on.
Right now? She's far too enticed not only by the idea of being on yet another date with him, but also with their conversation. Everything about it is electric, and it makes her want to hop onto his lap already.
Weiss behaves herself though. She's a good girl! One who actually loves being called such. So if she doesn't do anything too crazy, he'd consider her one, right? ]
I want to kiss you right now.
[ So that's all she asks, all she says, all she intends to do with him at the moment. Staring into his eyes, how close their faces are to one another, with the angle that she presents herself to him... it's so easy for her to do just that, but she'll even behave and not go for a kiss if he doesn't want more public displays of affection. At the same time though, her telling him that she wants a kiss isn't just her way of saying that that's what she wants to do. It's her telling him that he should be kissing her right now. Just a 'lil bit. She won't bite. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ "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. ]
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[ 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~
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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... ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
...
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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...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.
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