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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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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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Wagna... what are you thinking about?
[ Ah, there it is! And there it is. All Weiss can really do is roll her eyes and shake her head. ]
Behaving, right.
[ But she does tug on the jacket's collar, wrapping it around her a little more and covering herself up with it. ]
I like this... [ She says it so softly, so genuinely. She isn't flirting when she tells him that.
The jacket might be sizes bigger than her that it might look more like a coat than a jacket, but she does like it. It smells like him, too. ///// ] If you're getting anything new, it has to match this jacket.
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I'm just picturing you hugging that in that snowy yard of yours...
[ The one that emulates snowfall in her royal suite. And it's an endearing and beautiful sight. ]
So stick with red and dark motifs but more date appropriate. [ He hums thoughtfully before nodding. ] Got it. I think I can swing something good for the rest of the day.
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[ Just like his hoodie and other jackets, it's hers now. It will become part of the Ragna nest later on, too.
In fact, she won't say anything more about it. They can continue with their date! They were given a good serving of the appetisers, but Weiss makes sure to pace herself so that she isn't too full by the time their food arrives. It's the same with the milkshake! She'll take her time with it, making sure Ragna gets to have as much of it as he likes, too.
By the time their food arrives, the chips are almost, if not completely, gone. Weiss tries the pasta first since it was her order, then makes sure that Ragna gets to try it, too.
Ever since they agreed on turning this into a date? Weiss' mood has definitely changed. She's more happy, more agreeable, more honest. While she doesn't think that she's acting any different, she's allowed herself to be a bit more comfortable with Ragna now. She can ask for kisses, be closer, offer him food and feed it to him, without thinking of her intentions being misconstrued. It's like he allowed the day to be a bit more romantic, and she's just taking advantage of it.
They're both honest with one another and also not at the same time. One of these days, maybe the two of them will actually talk about what they want to happen between the two of them. For now, they'll opt for enjoying their day, thinking about nothing else and no one else but each other.
After their filling meal, they've got to look for clothes for Ragna, too! A change in outfit for him and more things for him to wear for all sorts of occasions— something to improve his wardrobe, since he does have a lot of space in his own room in their suite. Weiss is definitely going to get Ragna to wear more stuff like what he wore when he dressed up like a professor, though. 💦 He's unleashed a thirst monster upon himself and now he has to pay the price. ]
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[ But he's not judging her for it. There weren't many that he would have trusted with something so important to him. This? Was a visual sentimental gift. And of course he appreciates it and feels right at home in it. But the weight of it was always going to feel different from what he always wore back home. That, and she somehow made "Ragna Nest" into something cute and...kind of endearing, when he knows just how valuable he was to her. Just as much as he values and treasures her in the time they've spent at this gilded resort.
Just as Weiss' mood shifts and lifts, Ragna's was also altered by the atmosphere of their outing changing. Before, he was content and relaxed to go out shopping with her and burn away that money from the curse. Now? He's equal parts happy and nervous. Yet he's receptive to her advances, flirtations, kisses, even feeding him when it embarrasses him despite the fact he doesn't say it. But...just because it flusters him? Doesn't mean that he didn't like it either. Not when he found himself returning the favour as he attempts to feed a portion of his dish right back to her. Calm, relaxed, a gentle smile on the surface...they really were going back to shopping after this. But now this was part of their date at the same time.
Their meal fulfilled and his temporary 'royal' treatment lifted, he's back to being a diamond in the rough, by his "queen"'s side. Only this time, they alternate between walking side-by-side, hand-in-hand. Her arm linked in his as he takes the 'lead'. All the way back to the Love Dove where Ragna decides he's going to ignore the staff and pick a wardrobe all his own. And since by Weiss' request, she'd like for him to keep a similar colour motif? Well...all he needed to do was slim down his choice of attire. No more baggy hakama pants. No over-styled jacket that was part of some Bloodplay™ clothing line. And when he finally steps out from the dressing room (with no Weiss in tow womp womp this is a surprise)...
Well. Suffice to say, he likes to think that he chose wisely. A fitting black shirt and more fitting black pants, and a deep red coat that flows with more style and grace.
And not a single anime belt in sight FDSKLJA. It's surprisingly simple yet...he seeks her approval over it nonetheless. Because honestly? He looks stylish. The burning question now as he turns slowly at the hip so she can get a better view of him from different angles: ]Whaddya say? Date appropriate?
[ ...Please don't go tackling your professor back into the dressing room, Miss Schnee. You two are on your best "behaviour". 💦 ]
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Once they've finished their lunch and have looked around for something Ragna can try on for his wardrobe change, it's now Weiss' turn to wait outside, seated and just looking around until her opinion is asked for. Ragna steps out in something that isn't even completely different from what he was wearing earlier, just in a different style! In the same way that her closet is mostly blues, silvers, and whites, Ragna's seems to be red and black. Would gold look good on him? Maybe. The buttons on the goat make her think so. ]
Hmm...
[ She taps on her chin once she's gotten up and walks to him. No, she doesn't tackle him just yet, but she does circle him, eyeing him up and down and taking in this new style. Is it date appropriate? Yes. Does she want to jump him? Yes. Although- ]
Tuck this in. You'll look better that way. [ It's what she says once she's standing in front of him after that one round. She tugs on the ends of the shirt gently, not wanting to stretch the fabric, so that he knows what she means. ] And...
[ Now it's the collar of his coat she tugs on. Uh-oh... he hasn't even paid for it and she's claiming it already. 😔 ]
Let me see this. Take it off.
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What is it? [ As she taps her chin, walks up to him, circles him front to back, Ragna gives himself a personal onceover. It's less about being self-conscious or annoyed and more about genuinely wondering if he's missed something. Which he voices out of a more genuine curiosity. ] Is it the colour? Is the coat too long? I thought—
[ Suddenly, she's standing in front of him and telling him exactly what needs to be done! One end of his shirt gets gently tugged as those mismatched red and green eyes of his blink with a broadened curiosity to them. Moulded as she pleases, tugged gently one way and then the next. ]
Oh, uh...thanks for catching that...
[ It's equal parts embarrassing as it is endearing?? As well as he can dress himself, he knows that Weiss in contrast was far more of a perfectionist. That and he did ask if he was date ready. Just as a faint smile slips on his face once more, she starts tug
tugging on his coat. ]What, the jacket? [ Sparing a glance down at himself and the deep red hue, he lazily shrugs before lifting his arms just enough so that the material can come sliding on down. ] Sure, but, is the colour off?
[ No. But it's coming off, Wagna. :) ]
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Nope. The colour is nice.
[ But. Gib coat.
Weiss doesn't even waste a single movement, shrugging off the jacket that he was wearing earlier, tossing it onto the chair she was sitting on, so that she can slip herself into the coat as if it was her own.
What did she say earlier, Ragna? Your new outfit had to match the red jacket. Not that you had to get a new one. So now? She's the one walking to his dressing room to check herself out in the mirror. The tail end of the coat reaches all the way to her ankles, which may cause an accident if she ran around with something like this on, like in a battle or something! ]
It's not bad... Though it kind of looks like it's wearing me, instead of the other way around.
Do you like it?
[ She supposes she can do away with that other one and send it back to the suite and wear this instead if Ragna prefers this more. As for him? It's fine if he doesn't have a jacket on. He'll survive. ]
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I do. But...
[ He's okay with taking his old outfit back to the suite. Or rather, having the staff do that for him. This was the whole point of swapping his attire! He can't think of anything that would work with his high-collared jacket he was wearing prior
without it looking like some edgy anime protagonist's wardrobe, which is why he went with a new coat. One that's way too big on her. But that's exactly why he suddenly finds his shoulders shaking. And more specifically, why he finds himself starting to laugh. Nothing boisterous. But behind sealed lips as his smile grows.It's funny. It really is funny. And he's not complaining for one second because this entire time, he's been keeping Weiss' words nestled close to his chest. All ears. Always listening. Considering her. But just in this case? It was...sweet. And wholesome. Something that really didn't happen in a resort like this often. And Weiss was giving him that chance to experience it. ]
It sounds like I'm still shopping for you. [ Not literally, but he knows he's giving up whatever he buys to her the second he makes that purchase. His smile hasn't left. ] I wanna find another coat. Something like this one, but just a little shorter.
[ Because at this stage? He wants her to wear it now. ]
That'll be the only change I wanna make.
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What? Do I look stupid?
[ She looks back at her reflection, frowning for a second until Ragna says why he's laughing in the first place.
She doesn't want him to shop for her! While it doesn't sound like a complaint, she does feel a little embarrassed. Was she going too far? Getting ahead of herself? Getting all up in his personal space when they aren't even dating? That's too bad, if Ragna thinks that, because Weiss does really like wearing his jackets. She may no longer be a wolf, influenced by the House, but... Ragna nest... ]
You don't have to pick something else if this is what you really want, though. It's your first choice, right?
[ Turning back around, she shrugs the coat off her shoulders and slips it off her arms. She folds it halfway lengthwise and lets it drape over her arms before offering it back to him. ]
Here. I'm fine without a jacket on, anyway. I want you to like what you're wearing.
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Huh? But-
[ "Here. I'm fine without a jacket on, anyway." ]
[ But of course he likes what he's wearing. And...he never complained about it either. Whilst Ragna would usually be stubborn and just shove it right back at her to keep it, he's reflecting on how he reacted in the first place. Was he taking it too far by laughing? By calling out that it felt like he was still shopping for her? It was all meant to be a joke, but she was already resigned and offering it back to him...which admittedly puts a damper on his mood internally. Granted, he doesn't let it show on the surface as he steps forward and gently accepts the jacket back. Taking a moment to stare down at it with a knit brow, he doesn't sigh outloud before he watches Weiss again with calm eyes. The cadence of his voice was equally calm and relaxed. ]
I'll go swap this one out with another one I saw.
[ Same style, just a little shorter. Besides, he wasn't going to be closing this jacket up as he had a penchant for keeping them open. The hell was the point of a trenchcoat or anything close to that in the first place? He wasn't gonna go down to the parking lot at night and barter deals or some skeevy shit. His mind made up, the remainder of their second yet briefer shopping excursion at the Love Dove ends with Ragna buying a whole new wardrobe. His old attire he started the day with is sent back to the Queen Suite, to be neatly folded and laid to rest on his guest bed by the staff at the behest of their Queen of Spades. ]
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[ Yet as Weiss and Ragna's night starts winding down, and they prepare to take another stroll up towards the conservatory amidst the Giant Flemish Rabbits, they haven't even reached the elevator that would take them up towards the higher level when the taller man smoothly strides in beside her— or more specifically, slightly behind her and to her side.
All for the former heiress to feel the weight of a familiar red coat he just bought now comfortably draped over her shoulders.
Why yes. He has been thinking about this part for a while now, if the softer smile reserved for her was telling if she were to look back up his way. ]
Pretty sure this is how it's supposed to go.
[ With him giving it to her. ]
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