Chapter 6: Going Straight to Your Thighs like the Cake You Ate
"Somewhere below the selfish, hapless, egoistic and funny surface there is an enormous loneliness and need for acceptance."
— 12 —
The Boy: Hey, wanna do awkward small talk?
Blake stared at the text, trying to decipher its meaning. All week she'd been trying to remember what she liked to do before she and her team had really clicked together. But that first month or so felt like a lifetime ago, even though it'd only been half a year since she started attending Beacon. Normally, there'd be class, but she was on "recovery," and thus excused for the week.
She thought about going through the library and just grazing, strolling from shelf to shelf and picking out anything that looked interesting. That had lasted a day until she found herself in the very room she remembered Jaune beating Sun's face into a crater in, and lost her appetite for literature. Blake thought maybe she'd go to the gym and do something, but she couldn't remember the hours Jaune liked to go there, and didn't really want to run into him, half-naked and covered in sweat, breathing hard as his veins strained with the effort of the weights. The reasons for that aversion seemed pretty self-evident to her. Way too awkward.
One day she spent out in the city of Vale. The problem there was, Blake had never been a city girl. Kuo Kuana on Menagerie was just a large town by the standards of this kingdom. And the City of Vale was a
big place. She'd bought a new outfit in a boutique, had some sub-par sushi, and seen a movie with the
worst tacked-on romance she'd ever seen. Trying to find dinner, she came across a little bakery with a "no faunus" sign out front. Blake might have just scowled and ignored it until she saw the two uniformed faunus soldiers inside arguing with the baker.
Their sight had startled her from being lost in her own thoughts. Soldiers were
not supposed to be within the City of Vale. Then Blake remembered that racist prick LaChance had allowed the Royal Army to break the
Loi du Pomœrium to ensure General Ironwood got the message to take his men and leave the city. But seeing them still filled her with a creeping sense of dread and a desire to run away. It got worse when she recognized the unit patches on their shoulders; they were 13th Infantry "Bridgeburners," a mostly faunus unit that even the White Fang had wanted
nothing to do with. It was one of those horrifying truths that mixed-race or faunus units were particularly vicious to faunus like her out on the frontier. Blake bit her finger, remembering there were White Fang in the city, and now the Royal Army was here.
A cop had shown up to the disturbance, only to get kneed in the groin by one of the soldiers. While his partner demanded the baker serve them, the other soldier had turned and made eye contact with Blake through the window. His eyes went to her bow and he gave her first a knowing look then a wink.
She lost her appetite for
anything after that.
The only times she'd seen Jaune or done anything with her team all week was try to ignore them and get some sleep whenever she returned to their room. They'd barely spoken beside some vague acknowledgements. And now, out of the blue, he was texting her while she was trying to watch the sunset by the airship docks.
You: not really no
The Boy: Good. Small talk's a terrible way to spend a Friday night.
You: shouldn't you be working detention tonight?
The Boy: I'm "on call," apparently. Dunno what that means, but I'm free atm
The Boy: Hey, you like karaoke?
You: no
The Boy: Kino
You: do u want something??
The Boy: Ayo fuck objects. All my homies reject materialism or the desire for things
You: -_- okay
The Boy:
The Boy: I was being funny
Blake rubbed her face, wondering why, exactly, she had any feelings for Jaune again.
You: laughter comes in 5-7 business days
The Boy: But when I put you in my cart, I selected Next Day Shipping
You: u want *me*?
Jaune sent her a coordinate. She tapped on the link, and her Pathz app opened up to directions to her dorm building. Blake stared at the directions for a moment, wondering if they were flirtatious or passive-aggressive.
The Boy:
She remembered Shamrock a couple of days ago saying that the team was planning
something nefarious for her this weekend or earlier in the dorm common room. Standing up and turning to head home, she felt a creeping sense of dread. The kind of feeling when your friend wants to hang out, and you just want to lay in bed all day relaxing, and you can't figure out any decent-sounding excuse. More to the point, even if Blake just wanted to go home and merely
exist, she'd have to go back to the dorms in any case. She had a sudden feeling of being trapped and unable to escape.
Maybe Jaune had planned it that way on purpose.
Blake took a breath and took the long walk through fading sunlight back home. Every step made gravity feel just that much heavier. Despite the late January chill, she felt uncomfortable and sweaty. Her ears burned under her bow. It made her think of herself as somehow gross and unpresentable. She imagined going to this
whatever it was and everyone suddenly wrinkling their noses and scowling at her.
It almost stopped her from going into the dorms. She found herself looking at the masonry, looking for a way she could scale up the side using ledges and her Shadow in order to just sneak into her room. Could she shower and change really quick? She had that nice new outfit in a bag under her bed. She was about to actually try it until she saw Velvet and Yatsuhashi walking in her direction, each of them carrying boxes. Her eyes met Velvet, and Blake scowled. Velvet's expression soured too.
Blake just entered the building. She didn't want Velvet watching her scale a building. If she had apparently told Sun that Blake was a bitch, she did
not want to hear what unsightly rumors Velvet might spread about that.
She made her way up the stairs quickly, stopping briefly at the door to the second floor. Her cat ears twitched, able to hear things through the door and distance beyond that a human probably wouldn't: people whispering.
"Ugh! J'en ai ras de cul," Shamrock of all people said in a low, angry voice.
"Look, it'll be fine, stop swearing," Ruby said. At least Blake thought it was Ruby. She only knew the girl from a couple of classes here and there. "It was a good deal. I had to invite Nora in exchange for her karaoke machine."
"We don't have enough for everyone!" Weiss hissed.
"I won't eat; it's cool," Jaune said.
Weiss made a tired, frustrated noise. "No! You
will put something in your mouth today!"
"That's what he said!" a girl Blake didn't recognize said eagerly.
"Where'd he say it?" another girl said. "After cornering you in a dark alley?"
"Wow, that got dark."
"Nora, there literally wasn't any other way to interpret that," a calm boy said. His tone conveyed the idea that he existed without his consent and carried on purely through inertia.
Blake made a face. What the
hell was going on out there? Her head spun trying to figure it out. She half-wondered if this was going to turn into some kind of group intervention. She'd just open the door and a group of half-strangers were going to tell her, "Blake, you have a problem. You need to stop reading steamy lit in public; it's making us all uncomfortable."
She realized she could stand here all day just worrying and trying to figure it out. Problem was, there was a chance that Velvet and her partner would take the stairs, and then they would see her standing there like a weirdo. No, better to tear this bandage off now and just see what it was.
So Blake took one last breath and threw the door open.
The common room was dark. At this hour, someone should have turned the lights on, or else they were keeping them off on purpose. Her eyes had no trouble seeing the crowd gathered around the kitchen. She saw her team—Jaune, Weiss, and Shamrock—alongside a rogues' gallery of miscellaneous characters she only vaguely knew. Ruby and her entire team were scattered about. Some Mistrali boy with a strand of dyed-pink hair. Coco floated around oddly close to Jaune. And even motherfucking
Cardin was here.
Instantly, any of the arguments stopped. They all turned in her vague direction, most of them probably not being able to see too well in the dark.
Weiss slammed her hand down on the kitchen island, right next to a misshapen cake and eclectic variety of snacks. "Happy birthday, Blake!" she said first, loudly, as if instructing everyone to follow along. Most of them did, to varying degrees of enthusiasm.
Except Jaune, who just shouted, "Happy Halloween!"
Weiss smacked her face. "
Jaune!"
He threw up his hands and took a step back, nearly bumping into Coco. "I panicked! She startled me with the door."
Yang belatedly flicked on the lights. "Merry birthween," she added dryly. "I don't know who you are, but there's cake, I guess."
Blake stood there, nearly frozen in place with all of the attention. Her ears felt incredibly hot under her bow. She knew her chest was red beneath her shirt. "I—what is this?"
Weiss pulled down in her face and groaned. She made herself smile and held her arms out. "I said I'd make you a cake, and I only mostly lied! Mostly because I'm not entirely comfortable calling this a cake so much as a pile of baked batter under a pile of frosting. It was the best we could really do between all of us; it was like herding cats. People just kept inviting people, and now it's a party.
Surprise?"
The poor girl looked like she wanted to die. Like she had lost complete control of her life, and this was her best approximation to sanity.
"It's true," Pyrrha Nikos said happily. "I'm not even sure why I'm here, and I didn't know it was your birthday, but here we are."
"I bought most of the ingredients so I have a right to this cake," Ruby said, folding her arms.
"And the karaoke machine is mine," Nora Valkyrie sing-songed, her arm draped around a boy's shoulder.
There it was, right there on what looked like some kind of impromptu stage. A wireless speaker, a crappy karaoke machine, and a microphone. It looked to be of similar quality to the abomination of a cake Weiss had made. And was that some kind of weird cheesecake sitting on top of the cake, crushing it? This entire thing just looked like a wreck. Hell, even some of the snacks looked like people had just grabbed things out of their room and tossed it together in an incongruent potluck.
Blake was tempted to just turn around and pretend like she hadn't seen this disaster in the making. But then she would run into Velvet. So all she could do was close the door and numbly walk towards the kitchen, looking around with wide eyes at all of the people apparently here for her eighteenth birthday party. Most of the people started chatting about how they had wound up here. Cardin apparently had just followed his partner, the Ren boy that Nora was holding onto, and remained incredibly confused about what was even happening. Ren wasn't given the option; Nora had apparently kidnapped him. Coco was here because of a noise complaint, and no her team wasn't going to be here,
thank god.
"Are we not singing the birthday song?" Jaune asked as Blake stared at the food. He was wearing sweatpants and an apron reading
please do not pet me i am a service dog. She looked up from reading the words and met his eyes, and then quickly averted her gaze when he smiled.
"What's the birthday song?" Blake asked.
He squinted, before looking around as if not sure he was going crazy or not. "Huh. Weird. Culture mismatch. Still, I could teach you? I learned how to sing not long ago."
Blake made a face. "I feel like that's a threat instead of an offer."
"Jaune," Weiss said patiently, leaning forwards on the kitchen island. "I am holding a very big knife right now. Please get the plates for me before I stick the knife in you just to free up one of my hands to do it myself."
"Eh," Jaune said. "You call it a 'knife wound,' I call it a 'handy dandy personal knife pocket.' It's about mindset."
Blake felt weirdly under the microscope as she grabbed a pile of paper plates and offered them to Weiss. "Here, I got it."
"No,
sweetie," Weiss said softly, yet vaguely condescendingly. "This is your birthday party; you don't have to lift a finger. Just sit on a couch or something while I serve you."
Shamrock raised an eyebrow. "You're really taking that
service with a smile brainwashing to heart, huh?"
"It's not a smile; it's a grimace of pain," Weiss said with a wink.
"That sounds like a more healthy outlook!"
"I am still holding a knife, Jetty."
Jaune took the plates from Blake. She kind of just let it happen, distantly listening to all of the idle chatter from the partygoers. They were starting to form a line for cake and snacks. Not really sure what else to do, Blake exchanged a quick smile with Jaune and wandered off. She didn't really go very far, just to one of the side rooms with the couches.
She sat there and wondered if this was how she always was. Somehow, the presence of so many people to talk to made her clam up. It wasn't that she was an introvert exactly. Blake could easily talk to people like a normal person. She just genuinely didn't know these people. Blake almost felt paralyzed by the options. Here were all of these effective strangers, trying to celebrate her birthday, a party she never asked for or really wanted, and Jaune was here too, and it was clear everyone had made some effort for her.
It felt more than a little overwhelming. And god did she feel uncomfortably warm.
Yang sat down on the couch beside her. "Yo, what's up, birthday girl?" she asked casually. She looked like she was wearing gym clothes. "I'm Yang, a friend of Weiss'."
"I didn't think Weiss had many friends."
"Just like how I don't think we've met before."
"We have," Blake said slowly, eyeing the two glass bottles of beer Yang was holding in one hand. "It was right before Initiation. Your sister wouldn't leave me alone, and then she got into an argument with Weiss. I think one of you said something about exploding but I kind of just tuned you out."
Yang scratched her head. "Really? Huh."
"Yeah…"
"Cool!"
"I guess?"
Yang just stared as if expecting a conversation to follow up after then. The silence lasted longer than a polite pause for someone else to think. It became something slowly uncomfortable. Blake felt like she should be doing something, but nothing felt right.
"Oh!" Yang said, holding up a beer. "I dug this out of a secret compartment. Figured a birthday was as good a place as anything. Eighteen is kind of a big deal; they expect you to pay taxes now." She put Aura into her thumb and used it to pop the cap off.
Blake accepted the drink and instantly felt wrong. "Aren't these against the rules?"
Yang shrugged. Getting on her hands and knees to turn on the video game console at the foot of the TV, she said, "Only if you buy them. I won these in a game of cards off a guy named Jack."
"I see."
As soon as Yang sat back down on the couch with a controller, Cardin came into the room with a piece of cake and a bag of miniature pretzels.
"Ah crap, you guys have a console on your floor!" he said. "All we have on the first floor is a broken pachinko machine, but a bunch of wasps made their nest in the prize box, so now we just avoid that room out of fear."
"Sucks to suck," Yang said. "You guys want in? I think there's a copy of Soul Hunter."
Blake shook her head and slowly slid to the far side of the couch. Cardin grabbed the controller and took the spot she had just been on.
"Is it the new one?" Cardin asked.
As she just stared at the two of them, Blake nearly jumped as a storm of rose petals dashed into the room and materialized as Ruby Rose. She was carrying two pieces of cake and looked a little frantic. "No! That's only for the new console. Jaune and I haven't figured out a way to scrounge up money for a new one, but we're working on it."
Cardin made a face. "I'll chip in. Anything for something to do. I've been trying to get new hobbies but competitive trading card games are expensive and I can't afford that. And also, complete nerd shit. But if they like it, I'm convinced there's some sort of link between people who retain their virginity forever and being rich. How else can they afford to play their trading card games? Can't find the link myself just yet, but one day…"
Ruby scowled as she grabbed a controller, sitting on the floor between Cardin and Yang. "No way. I don't want
you owning a stake in
my console."
"What did I do?" he asked, offended.
Blake tried to make a comment about him being a racist, but with all of the people crowding around her, she found it oddly hard to find her voice. She just clutched the beer she didn't want to drink and sat at the edge of the couch in silence. Something about it vaguely humiliated her.
She tried to get off and go around the back, to rejoin the main room. At least her teammates and actual friends would be there, minus whoever else was just looming and showing up to a birthday party she didn't ask for, and weren't really invited to, and were just crowding her and making things feel claustrophobic.
"It's more about what you didn't do," Ruby said simply.
Cardin gasped. "Whoever said I use a little bit of Aura to help deadlift is lying! I only use it to help recover, not to assist reps. Ask Jaune; we lift together."
Yang took a sip of beer. "Dude, you should really try to find a way to self-actualize. Your default response to being questioned shouldn't be to run crying to your boyfriend."
Cardin scowled. "I identify as heterobrosexual, thank you very much."
Ruby frowned. "I meant more about how you didn't become my friend, and I don't really know who you are, and I don't want some random dude trying to play my console at odd hours. It's only in the common room because we don't have a TV in our dorm."
Blake slipped out of the common room into the wider kitchen. She nearly bumped straight into Jaune and his stupid dog apron. He blinked in surprise, holding a plate of cake in each hand. His eyes went to the beer she was holding, and instantly she felt her cat ears go hot again.
But for just the briefest moment, she remembered talking to Jaune in a café months ago when she hated him. Right before they all got involved in fighting crime. He had actually flirted with her, in a really cringe inducing, painful way; in his own words, he said he'd love to get her naked, but didn't feel like that was in the cards because, "
I'm playing Uno and y'all here doing poker." With the cold beer in her hand, she wondered where exactly along the lines his train of thought had changed. How exactly she'd gone from disgusted at the very idea of even being in a room with him alone, to being upset at how awkward things were between them.
She wondered what would happen if she asked him to drink with her. He'd probably say no, but what if? If he had any in his system, would his tune about her change? Maybe then he'd be willing to kiss her back.
Blake froze, inches away from Jaune, realizing just how colossally fucked up and monstrous that one thought had just been. And the fact that she had actually been thinking about it in the first place.
Jaune frowned, seeming to interpret her actions as just more awkwardness. He pushed one of the plates into her hand and she accepted it.
"Good timing. I was just trying to bring you this! The line got a little long." He shrugged.
Blake swallowed. "This party is awful."
With the grimace, he said, "It wasn't really supposed to be this big. Just us and Ruby, because we kind of needed Ruby to help us get groceries and this was the price of admission. Apparently everyone else just kind of flocked at the smell of cake. I've never really been good at parties."
She considered for a moment, whether to just move past him or to actually try to talk to him like the old days. After he had messed with her parents, she actually thought maybe just acting like things were normal would sort the problem at itself.
So she took a big breath and went for it. "That's a little hard to believe."
He gestured for her to follow, and she actually did. He leaned against the island and set his plate down, and she stood next to him. "Iunno. I'm pretty much fueled by social interaction, but I fall apart if I'm not the center of attention."
"Huh. That explains a lot," Blake said, poking at the ugly piece of cake with a
fibre plastique fork. Idly, she watched Weiss waving her knife around to prevent Nora from taking more than a single slice.
The boy nodded. "See, that's the advantage of our tight-knit little team of four. No matter where we are, so long as we're together, I can reliably ensure that I'm the focus of at least two people's attention, usually exasperating them or ruining their day, but that counts for something."
He just stared at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Cake."
She remembered a conversation she had a long time ago with Weiss about Jaune's diction. Cocking an eyebrow, she slowly asked, "Is that a butt reference?"
"What?"
Blake shrugged as Nora sulked away from the island. "I mean, I think you once told me the only piece I have is cake. And I'm pretty sure that was some kind of slang."
He didn't look like he was following. "I do me that a lot. Believe it or not, it's not because I'm an extradimensional alien monster thing. It's purely a function of my abomination of an accent. Though I do wonder me where the hell plastic comes from."
Scratching a nail over the fork, she said, "Do you not have plastic where you're from?"
"Oh, we have plenty. Sometimes it forms gigantic islands in the middle of the ocean. I like to throw straws into the ocean to kill sea turtles to establish my mammalian domination of all creatures great and small."
"Why would it kill sea turtles? They would just dissolve."
"What, turtles? Are turtles biodegradable here?"
"I mean, in theory, everything is biodegradable if you kill it." Blake shrugged.
"Yeah, but plastic?"
"Plastic is also dead."
"Dinosaurs, maybe."
She made a face. "What's a dinosaur? Sounds fake."
"Where the hell does plastic come from, then?" he asked, throwing up a hand
Blake idly put a piece of cake in her mouth. "Fiber plastic trees, I guess. Also, try the cake. It doesn't taste like I'm eating charcoal. I think she's getting better."
"I heard that!" Weiss shouted from across the room, turning around from a conversation with Pyrrha, who didn't really seem all that interested in talking.
"It was a compliment!" Blake yelled back.
"And that's the only reason why I'm not going to break your knees while you're asleep tonight!"
"Do it!" Jaune said, cupping his hands to his mouth. "No balls!"
"I'm glad you know what a woman is," Weiss said. "I was getting afraid there for a moment."
Blake rolled her eyes and laughed. "You two are stupid."
Pretending to be offended, Jaune said, "I've been slowly whittling down our team's collective IQ, thank you very much for noticing."
She blew air through her lips. "Yeah, I know. I feel stupid just being around you."
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
Blake tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Isn't it, though?"
Jaune folded his arm on the table, looking around the open room. His eyes lingered on Coco and Nora, who were trying to get the karaoke machine to start and sync music to the wireless speaker. Blake, for some reason, felt vaguely annoyed he was paying Coco any mind instead of just her.
"Not everything has to be some exercise in intellectual superiority," Jaune said. "You don't care about people because it's the intellectually correct thing to do; you do it because it feels right. Because doing things based on feelings is dumb. And that's why it's worth doing."
She poked at the cake, frowning. "I feel like you've said this before."
He shrugged. "I've struggled with it. And I've reached the point where I've come to accept a lot of the things in my life. It's not exactly a deep philosophy, probably riddled with contradictions and flat out insanity here and there. But I've come to be comfortable with my place in the world. What I've done for myself in it. And all because I'm surrounded by people like you, who make this life worth living."
Very hesitantly, he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. She wanted it to flinch away, but didn't. Something about the touch was comforting. It really did make things feel, for lack of a better term,
normal. Almost like kissing him and running away afterwards wasn't the end of the world.
Maybe it really wasn't. Maybe she was being crazy. But that didn't feel right. It felt more complicated and painful and stupid all at the same time. This didn't feel like something they could just have a couple of friendly conversations and, poof! Problem solved as though it never happened.
"If it's worth living at all," Blake said, enjoying the brief flash of what almost looked like panic on his face before she continued, "then you'd actually eat food."
His expression instantly soured. "I helped make it, but it's just sugar and carbs. I don't wanna."
"
Jaune!" Weiss threatened.
He scowled. "Stop eavesdropping."
"I'm sorry that I can't help but overhear you in a very public space," she said. "Now eat the cake."
Looking like an oversized petulant toddler, he stabbed at his cake and took a bite. "Ew, food, the lifeblood of life itself. My disappointment is measurable and my day is ruined."
Blake made a dubious face. "So you'll listen to her and not to me when I tell you to not kill yourself?"
He gave her such a serious look that she felt suddenly self conscious again. "I've always valued your advice and sense of what to do. Sort of what I like most about being around you, Blake," he said. "But I
hate taking good advice when I don't want to hear it. Weiss, however, is holding a knife. I don't have a choice."
"Yeah, and? You could literally survive a three-story fall and shrug it off. Remember?"
He gestured with the fork. "Blunt force bodily trauma and a pinpoint stab wound are different."
"Don't you mean 'handy dandy personal knife pocket'?"
Hands on his hips, he just looked like he had been slapped and didn't even know the first place to begin responding. It was theatrical in a way which made her cover her mouth with her hand and laugh.
"How dare you throw my own words back at me!" he said. "It's almost as if you expect me to face the consequences of my actions."
"Yes, that would be nice," she said with a wink.
"Shame."
The speaker in the corner of the room made a whining noise. "Alright!" Nora said, clapping her hands. "I got this stupid thing to work. Who wants to sing!?"
From the other room, Cardin screamed. Yang cried out that something was bullshit. A moment later, Ruby zoomed into a room with her Semblance.
"Me!" Ruby said. "I wanna do a rap battle."
"No, you don't get to go first," Jaune said, earning him one hell of a look from Ruby. Then, without warning, he grabbed Blake's hand and raised it into the air. In an incredibly poor imitation of her voice, he said, "I am the birthday girl and I go first!"
Blake sucked in a breath and slid out from his grip. "Jaune, no!"
"Jaune, yes!" he said, taking her by the hand again in a more firm grip.
"I'm serious, please, don't do this," she begged. "I don't want to do karaoke; it is literally the lamest thing in the world."
Despite it, she didn't resist too hard when he pulled her towards the little impromptu stage thing.
"Karaoke rap battle royale!" Nora said, clapping excitedly.
Blake looked around for help and support. Weiss just stood there, arms folded beside Pyrrha. And Shamrock was sitting on one of the countertops having a conversation with Ren.
"It's okay, Blake," Jaune said. "I don't want to do it either. Therefore, if we both don't want to do it, or combined negative energy will flute back around and make us want to do it!"
For some terrible reason, Blake actually laughed when he thrust the microphone into her hand. It was probably a nervous, panicked noise that got lost somewhere in translation between her lungs and her mouth. She looked at the little display that would show the lyrics as they came.
Nora frantically tapped at her scroll, searching for a song with Coco. "Okay, do you two want a lovey duet, some cheesy pop song, or—"
"Rap battle!" Ruby said. "Freestyle this!"
Cardin came out of the common room, looking like someone had just punched him in the soul. He slunk over to the kitchen island and stole a couple sticks of string cheese that someone had brought. "High intensity psychedelic ska," he said.
Jaune scoffed. "Bro, what the hell is that?"
"The true patrician choice," Cardin said, stripping away little strings of the cheese with his teeth. "Also, is this cheese the low-fat variety, or the protein blasted double mozzarella? Apparently there's a national trade shortage of low carbohydrate protein powder, so I've had to do with meat and cheese to fuel my gains."
Ruby waved him away. "We don't play hipster music in this house. It's rock and roll or gangster rap!"
Jaune looked at Blake. "Your show. Whatcha feelin'?"
Cheeks red, Blake just stared back at him. "That I don't want to do this."
Nora selected a song. "Ooh, good choice. The '32 single
I Don't Want to Do This. One of the last good disco tracks. The artist recorded this song and then immediately died of a heroin overdose just to make sure it charted."
"Why do you know so much about disco?" Ren asked.
Nora shrugged. "I went through a retro disco phase about three weeks ago."
"Jaune,
please," Blake whispered as he grabbed the other microphone. He had the dumbest, most boyish smile she had ever seen. "Don't make me do this."
She made a high-pitched noise in her throat as he put an arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, we've got teamwork on our side. Ain't nothing we cain't work through together.
Especially when it comes to making asses of ourselves in public!"
"Jaune," she said as the music kicked on. "I really—
No, baby, I don't want to do it. It's not your fault that you're always wrong. The needle burns and I'm just not strong. " The first lines of the song.
And by
god was she off key and terrible and the whole thing was awful and everyone was watching her and why was she smiling and why was her heart trying to rip out of her chest and oh God she was actually having some kind of fun, wasn't she?
Jaune picked up, almost embarrassingly more in tune to the music than her. "
I can't resist when we dance disco. When you're in my veins, how could I say no?"
She could just tell this was going to be a long, endless, horrible, and possibly somehow fun night. In the least consensual way possible.
— 13 —
They went through two songs together like that. Until eventually Blake found her opening to escape. Everything burned, but in a way she almost kind of liked. She imagined this actually might have been a fun kind of date idea, if only there weren't so many people around. Making a complete clown of yourself with someone you're comfortable with was a common tactic she'd seen in so many of her books. But this was too public. It was fun in a weird way, but not something she really wanted to keep doing.
Blake tossed her microphone to Ruby, to instantly declare a rap battle against anyone who would dare challenge her. It gave her the chance to retreat towards the food and collect herself.
Jaune gave Blake a look; she smiled apologetically, then shoved cake in her mouth as an excuse to not talk.
He frowned, and looked down at Ruby beside him. "Girl, you have no chance at beating me. Not only can I deadlift five times your body weight, but I can also deadlift five times all of your emotional baggage. You cannot hope to win."
"Wow," Ruby cooed sarcastically, twisting a finger in her cheek. "That was so
courageous and
manly both that I think I'm going to get a preemptive abortion just to make sure I didn't get pregnant."
Ruby glanced towards her sister, who didn't really react. Yang just poked at the graham cracker crust of her cheesecake, downing it with a pull of beer. All she did was shrug nonchalantly, and for some reason that seemed to kind of upset Ruby. As if she was just trying to egg her big sister on.
With a more focused expression, Ruby said, "Put your money where your mouth is, boy! Nora, give me a beat. And no, this is a freestyle. I'm not going to read any lyrics on screen, because I can't read in the first place!"
Blake had long ago lost the beer Yang had given her, which she didn't mind. She still felt it was somehow offensive for Yang and Cardin to drink around Jaune. She wanted to slap the bottle out of the girl's hand, and call Cardin a shitty friend and a subpar weightlifter just to rub it in. Yang might be forgiven, but Cardin had to know Jaune's deal with drinking, right? It bothered her more that Jaune didn't seem bothered. Which made her wonder if it was sensible for her to be offended on his behalf.
"Why'd you run?" Weiss asked, appearing suddenly beside her.
Blake nearly jumped. She coughed on the miscellaneous snacks she'd been eating from one bag or the other off the counter. "What?"
Weiss shrugged. "You looked like you were having fun."
"Fun, but with dubious consent." She mimed the act of holding a microphone.
Folding her arms and sighing, Weiss said, "I know. This kind of got out of hand, and by the time you showed up we really couldn't control it. It was supposed to just be Ruby for grocery reasons. We needed her to buy them for us."
"Didn't the paycheck from Montluçon come in already?"
Weiss made a so-so gesture. "Maybe? If it did, it was linked to my old bank account, which is in Atlas, so nothing I can use. I actually had to get a job just to pool my money with the loose change Ruby had for the cakes. But we pretty much had to invite her in exchange for her help."
"What about Jaune?"
"Him? Yes, he helped make everything." Looking slightly sour, she added, "He seems weirdly good with cheesecakes, but for the life of him can't figure out how to make dough properly. I do not know what to make of that, but I'm pretty sure I should be afraid of what it implies."
"No, I mean, his half of the mission reward."
Weiss looked away. "His business. Not for me to say."
"Whenever you say anything like that, you are literally just begging someone to ask you about it," Blake said, rolling over one hand. "It's like holding a sign up that says, 'I have some juicy gossip but I'd like you to weedle me for it so I don't feel so bad.'"
"I mean…" Weiss shook her head. "I mean, genuinely, that's for him to answer. It'd ruin the surprise." It was hard to miss the way the corner of her lip quirked up.
"Wow, you're really not good at this whole thing, are you?" she asked. "He spent all of his money on a birthday present, didn't he?"
"I didn't say that!"
Blake rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I'm not stupid."
Weiss gave a single quick laugh. "Yes, you are. Exhibit A—" She gestured both of her arms towards Jaune and Ruby's rap battle.
"Yeah, that girl outrageous," Ruby freestyled. Poorly. "All her friends know her booty famous. But a thin blue thong? Dang! I think she racist!"
"No, there's nothing stupid about hating rap," Blake said. Then, in a lower voice just for Weiss: "I don't really know why people think faunus should like it. It just sounds so
unclean, y'know?"
Weiss held up a second finger. "Exhibit B: purposefully misinterpreting my vague gestures."
"Oh, no, I perfectly understood what you were implying about Jaune," she said. "I just didn't like it, so I chose to ignore it."
Hands on hips, she looked up at Blake. For someone that short, she sure could look intimidating. Especially because she was still carrying around that kitchen knife with bits of cheesecake gore on the side. Blake watched carefully as Weiss set the knife by the table, almost as if to reinforce the idea that you could grab it anytime and use it.
Of course, the moment Weiss took her eye off it, Cardin snatched it up to help cut his string cheese into evermore uncomfortably small slices and nibble at it.
"What the heck, Jaune!" Ruby cried, distracting Blake.
Jaune spun his microphone around and tucked it into one of the strings tying his apron on. "Fuck around and find out. I'm a goddamn rap god. I've been listening to this stuff longer than you've been alive, short stuff."
Ruby hugged herself, frowning with somehow malicious intent. "Yeah, but low hanging fruit, man. My boobs aren't small, they're just—they're
tactical.
Tactiddy!"
"Wow," Yang said with a sigh. "Never say those words ever again."
"You and what boobies?" Ruby asked.
"Yeah, Yang," Jaune said, folding his arms defensively as he took position next to Ruby. "Flat chested women like you don't get to have opinions on this kind of thing. Only buxom brawlers like myself get those."
Ruby examined Jaune thoughtfully. "Yeah. Between us, I think we have at least one DD."
Yang made a face. "I keep thinking I should be offended, but then I realize both of you are doing this to me on purpose, and I just don't care."
Ruby groaned. "Great. She's onto us. Hey, Coco, you take my spot. Defeat my immortal rival in a musical contest."
Coco caught the microphone, nearly fumbling in her hands. "Wait, me? Just me and karaoke, is this going to be a duet, or another rap battle?"
"I do not take you for a rappist," Pyrrha said mildly.
"The word you want is rapper," Ren said helpfully. "But by speaking, I think you volunteered."
Pyrrha blinked. "I don't sing."
Nora snorted. "You sure about that, Pyrrha? You've got symbols for Eriginio all over your shield. He's your god of violence and music, right?"
Pyrrha actually looked impressed. "I never took you for someone who knew about Akhaioi gods."
Blake watched Jaune come up to the island and snatch one of the sticks of string cheese from Cardin.
"Hey!" Cardin whined.
"Hey yourself," Jaune said. "And be careful with that knife. You're going to give yourself a double circumcision."
"How would you know whether or not I was circumcised?" Cardin asked.
Jaune stared his friend down. "I can just tell. I have an eye for penises."
It took the two of them a moment of this looking at each other, before they both broke out laughing.
"What the fuck, dude?" Cardin snorted.
Shaking his head, Jaune said, "You know, every now and again I just say something and then it occurs to me what just passed between my lips, and I almost can't believe I just said it."
"I believe we learned in psychology class," Weiss said thoughtfully, "that lacking the ability to know what you should and should not say is a sign of mental illness."
Jaune stripped away a bit of cheese, then grabbed it with his fingers and threw the little strand at Weiss.
"No, not cheese!" Weiss shrieked, quickly summoning a tiny snowflake glyph to intercept the attack. She reached forward and stole the knife from Cardin. "I'm keeping this. No one get near me. No one throw any food at me. This is my one good apron and I'm not having you get it covered in food!"
Blake frowned. "Isn't the purpose of an apron to get dirty?"
Weiss gestured the knife at her. "Yes. But that only applies to people who can afford laundry detergent. And I need to wait for a paycheck before I can afford to do my clothes."
In the background, Coco and Pyrrha started fighting over karaoke song choices. It was a pleasant kind of chaotic.
"You can borrow one of my shirts, y'know, if you need it," Cardin offered around a mouthful of food.
She scowled. "Are you obliquely flirting with me?"
"What's obliquely mean?"
Jaune ran a hand down his side. "It refers to the muscle group around your abs. It's what you train when you do
oblique crunches." He bent to the left and right to show them off.
"I don't like those; I'm pretty sure they're bad for your spine or something," Cardin said.
"Más o menos," Jaune said. "Worst I ever felt was something around my groin I were vaguely worried was a hernia, but was just pulled groin muscles from doing whatever."
"That sucks. Only thing that should be pulling on your groin is bitches."
"Tig ol' biddies," Jaune said.
Cardin pursed his lips and thought. "Pet ass wushy."
Inexplicably, the two boys continued making these kinds of noises at each other. They weren't even really words. It was like watching two people completely devolve into cavemen language in real time. Blake was fairly certain it was somehow sexual? She just couldn't understand the complete nonsense.
Weiss frowned. "Huh. Someone is ignoring my indignant anger. I don't know how to process that."
Jaune shrugged. "It happens sometimes. I'm still trying to properly socialize my rescue gym rat."
Cardin seemed to remember Weiss existed. "Oh, yeah, it's totally true. I will growl and bite if I see you touch my food bowl."
Instead of directly replying, Weiss sized Blake up, then gazed meaningfully at Jaune. The boy idly chewed string cheese and met her gaze. She had to repeatedly waggle her brows until she was almost acting a complete clown before Jaune inhaled sharply.
Jaune turned his body towards Blake, and hesitated. "Hey, kemosabe, borrow you for a lick?"
Weiss rubbed her eyes. Cardin looked in at Coco and Pyrrha awkwardly trying to sing along together.
Blake felt a slight heat beneath her cheeks. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Where?"
Jaune made a show of looking around, and then pretended to remember something. "Actually, hold on. It's back in the room. You wanna come with?"
"Sure!" Blake said, hoping she didn't sound too eager or desperate or anything.
He smiled and gestured for her to follow. A small part of her felt indignant as she did, and the other part of her marveled at the fact that suddenly everyone was pretending like they weren't looking at them. Nora met her eyes and winked.
Blake felt the heat seep down into her chest again. She once again felt just a little sweaty, and just a little gross. She really wished that Velvet hadn't shown up outside so that she really could have snuck into the room and changed first. But then she wondered if that would have spoiled whatever surprise Jaune had.
Well, it wasn't really a surprise. She knew it had to be some kind of gift. Weiss had made it painfully obvious. She liked to pretend she was subtle and clever, but she really wasn't.
Just a few yards down the hall, Jaune opened the door. Blake caught the door and stood in it for a moment. She glanced back around and saw Weiss staring, who then quickly looked away and pretended to measure out the cake for more precision and perfectly portioned slices.
With a breath, Blake stepped inside and was alone with Jaune. He was kneeling by the foot of his bed, searching for something. The light was on, but barely. Her faunus eyes meant she could still see perfectly. She looked at Jaune's naked back, following it down to his arms.
"So, I should probably apologize for the crowd out there," Jaune said.
She swallowed. "Yeah."
He pushed something aside before finding what he was after. "Honestly, it was kind of a domino effect. My fault, though. Originally I had to compromise and get Ruby to help, because she had some spare money for the groceries we needed for the cake. Me or Weiss would have bought them ourselves, but we didn't have much to spare, and we're still waiting for the reward money from the mission. And I kind of spent my money on this."
He stood up, holding a box. It was wrapped up poorly. The ends didn't line up, the pattern on the wrapping paper didn't work right. It seemed to mostly be held together with masking tape and happy thoughts. Jaune held it up for her.
He was still a room away from her.
Blake suddenly worried about everything. What he might say, what he might do, if she was clean, if she smelled bad, if her outfit was too dirty—hell, she even briefly panicked because she couldn't remember what color underwear she was wearing. It was enough that she managed to get secondhand embarrassment from her own thoughts.
So she just swallowed again and walked towards him.
"I didn't really know what to get you," Jaune said, smiling awkwardly. "We're kind of in a weird place, you and I. I was never any good at gifts. Growing up, I used to actually ask specifically for nothing for my birthday or religious holidays. Just nothing I wanted. Plus, y'know,
poverty. And it made me pretty bad at figuring what other people wanted."
The box rattled slightly when she gave it an experimental shake. Blake had to use her nails to really cut the poorly wrapped paper off. It stuck to her fingers and she had to shake it off. When everything was off, she just stared at the gift, eyes wide, her heart dropping.
She opened it up and gasped.
He sucked on his lip as though he had just made a monumental error. Awkwardly wringing his hands, he said, "I—I saw you drawing. You do it sometimes instead of actually paying attention in class. Or studying with us. You don't really talk about it much, but you do it a lot. So I thought, what the hell, maybe you'd like some really good drawing pens. Some of them is colored, but I'm not entirely sure how many or what shades. I just know they're pretty highly recommended from whatever research I did, y'know?"
She set the box of
gorgeous pens to the side. Then she steadied herself. Gave her hands a little shake as if to brush the worries away. And then grabbed Jaune in a hug fully intended to crush his spine.
He actually flinched, but she didn't let go. He fell back onto his bed. "Easy, easy! If you don't like them, you don't have to try to murder me!" He somehow managed to shove her backwards.
She sat beside him and just laughed. It was all she could do. Blake laughed and laughed until she was nearly crying. "Exactly what part of my face makes you think I don't like it?"
He shrugged mildly. "You've got this kind of resting bitch face thing going on. Hard to read you."
Blake punched his shoulder. And then hugged him again. He smelled of the dying embers of some cologne and cake batter. "It's just one of those things I didn't realize how much I wanted until I had it. It's kind of a recurring problem with things around you."
"So, all copacetic?"
"Jaune, I
love it!" she said, throwing her hands up. She gave him an exasperated kind of look. "I seriously couldn't have thought of anything I did want, but you found it. It's giving me this really weird urge to start drawing stuff again like when I was a little girl."
There was a slight flush to his cheeks as he said, "Oh. Well. That ruins my entire planned speech."
"You're no good at making speeches. How haven't you learned this by now?"
He scoffed as if offended. "You should know by now that I take it as a point of pride that I refuse to ever learn my lesson." Jaune shook his head. "But, like, for real, I expected you to not really like it. I was thinking all week for things you might like, and I realized I didn't know. That was supposed to be the whole point of it. That despite everything we've been together, in a very real sense, I don't feel like I really know you. And there's no way you can really know me."
Blake sighed in exasperation. "That sounds like the worst plan I've ever heard. Entirely without prompting, you figure out what my favorite little hobbies are that I don't even speak about, and then you go out and buy really nice accessories to help me do it. You obviously paid a lot of attention to me, and you gave it a lot of thought. I know what a thoughtless gift from you looks like. Or do you not remember that time you tried buying me books I've already read in order to convince me to go after organized crime?"
He let out a breath that lasted so long it began to whistle at the tail end. "Yeah, that, uh—that was kind of passive aggressive of me in a way, huh?"
Blake gestured at the frankly marvelous little box of pens. "Compared to that bullshit from half a year ago, what part of
this here implies you don't know me, or that I don't know you by extension?"
Jaune tightened his shoulders, grimacing. "Because you still kissed me."
They both went quiet for a very long moment. Outside the window, the sun had gone down. It wasn't snowing, but bits of wind still buffeted the window. The air conditioning thrummed softly. She could hear her own heartbeat. And this close to him, she was confident she could make out his, and it sounded a lot more desperate than hers.
She felt slightly numb as she stood up and retrieved one of her new pens. A crisp black one with fine ink that fit perfectly in her hand. Just holding it made her feel like she could do anything. Like she could upgrade from meaningless doodles to actual art.
Jaune's cheeks looked red as she sat back down beside him, their thighs touching. She took his arm and set it beside hers. He didn't resist as she drew across their skin, connecting them together with a little piece of art.
When it was done, he squinted and put the back of his hand up towards his eye. "'I'm with stupid'?" he read.
Blake shrugged. "No. Your half just reads. 'I wi stu'. But when we put ourselves together, the message is a lot clearer. Only then are we really with stupid. Without you, and without me, we're meaningless. Just words."
"You broke your pen's virginity for this?" he asked.
She pouted. "I thought it was sweet and clever."
He looked like he was going to make a joke about it, and Blake braced for it. But at the last second he seemed to have caught a sudden case of common sense and looked away. "It was. And that's the problem. Because…"
Jaune groaned and let himself fall down onto the bed. She followed a moment afterwards, just looking at him.
They were quiet for another moment of just staring and thinking. Until the lack of talking struck a sudden nerve with her.
"So, what do we do, Jaune?"
"Geez," he said mildly. "You make it sound like your parents were right and I did knock you up."
"I'm serious."
He sighed. "I think… I think we kissed. And that was that. It was a confusing explosion of feelings after a lot of really complicated emotional trauma and exhaustion and suffering and I don't think any of us were thinking clearly."
Blake's lip turned up. "No, we don't get to ignore it like that. Yeah, that happened, that's true, but I don't think I wasn't thinking right. It wasn't like I was drinking or was coming off a nasty breakup and was desperate or anything. I thought we felt the same about each other. That we, y'know, that we…
loved each other, I guess."
His head jostled back and forth as if listening to a Saint on one shoulder and a Grimm on the other. "Where I'm from, an ancient culture had several words for love. I always thought they had the right idea. They defined it based on relationship, specific emotions within it, and—"
"You're being way too analytical," she said harshly. "Stop trying to think it through like that. It's like you're making excuses to yourself. Just—just tell me what you feel, okay? Be straightforward and just get it over with. I'm a big girl."
He swallowed. "I promised I'd always be there for you, and I won't ever let you make a liar out of me. I'm too stupid to get out of Dodge when danger is staring me down. But the fact is, Blake, I love you. But I'm not
in love. I just can't be. Not anymore. Not with who we are. Who I am and you are."
"Who I am?" she asked. "What, was kissing me so bad you realized you were gay?"
"No," he said grimly. "I'm just… I knew how you felt for a while. But I didn't know how to handle it. Because the thing I'm worried about most is hurting you. And I know that the person I am, if we did date, it would change everything about us, and there was no way that could end but tears."
"Would it really?" she asked softly. "I kinda figured nothing would really change. It would be more like just making official what seemed like was already going on. How many times are we touching or holding hands and hanging out already? I thought it'd be like that, but with a kiss here and there."
For some reason, the question looked like it hurt Jaune. He cringed softly. "I've been through that before. It wouldn't be the same. The subtle expectation of difference. The way it changes things. I've tried to pretend like I was friends but lovers before, and that's never how it is. The little things would grate on us. Until it ends up feeling like we're both being neglectful because we're still trying to be friends when we're not. And it ends in me hurting you. That's because I'm still a fuck up after everything I've been through and done, and I love you too much to bash myself against you like some kind of anvil trying to fix myself."
She hugged herself. "How was that any different than what you've been doing?"
"I'm sorry?"
"The way you hurt all of us when we met. And the way you bashed yourself against us until you straightened yourself out and became, well—because someone I guess I have feelings for."
"It's not the same."
"So ramming yourself into us until I'm in tears because it seems like my life is breaking down before my eyes is fine, but doing the same thing with our lips pressed together somehow isn't?"
"Blake, please don't," he said, avoiding her eyes.
But she had already riled herself up. "No, because it doesn't make any sense. It's like you're all so gung-ho about finding what's wrong with you, and then fixing it so you can be a better friend and teammate and whatever. It's like it's your entire mission in life to be a better person in your own weird little way. But the moment,
the moment, I see something in you and want to really help, suddenly you freak out and push me away. Your entire problem with friendship and love sounds entirely like a you problem. But I've seen you at your worst, and I've seen you crawl your way here. And it's like this last major obstacle you have is truly and openly
trusting someone to want to support you the same way you want to support everyone else."
"What part does logic and coherence have to do with how I feel?" he asked.
"I don't know! Maybe we just feel the way we do without reason or cause. But that doesn't make them any less true."
"Then it doesn't change the fact that at the end of the day,
no. Blake, I love you, but
no, I don't want anything romantic. I just want to be friends and move on. Just let things be normal."
"That's not even how
you feel!"
"How do you figure?"
She made a face at him, one of her cheeks still slightly bunched up from laying on the bed. "So I'm supposed to expect you just want me to pretend like I don't feel anything, and eventually I'll just get bored and wander off emotionally or something. And then you'll be totally cool with walking me down the aisle in, like, five years to some other man."
His expression tightened fractionally. He tried to hide it, try to keep it suppressed, but she saw it clear as day. There was something sour behind his eyes.
"Yeah, see? Back in that fake little world, you didn't get angry at Sun because he was a skinwalker or fake or anything. You saw what that place did to me, how it made me think I felt about that loser, and you were
jealous!"
"Are you really trying to argue that
because I'm not so much a human being as I am a sentient pile of red flags, that we therefore
should be fucking?"
She blinked. Sighed. Ran her hands through her hair. "I'm just… no, that's not what I mean. I'm saying I know how I feel. I think I know how you feel. And I think it terrified you. Are you afraid you'll hurt me or something?"
He looked towards the ceiling. "Not physically, no. But emotionally? I don't know. And I'm not interested in testing that theory. Not with who I am today. And not with who you are, and not from the broken place your feelings came from."
Blake wasn't sure what to say. The little momentary rush of excitement and anger seemed to fade. As she continued to fumble with her hair, she found one of the strands that held her bow together and pulled it. Her ears twitched freely.
Jaune and Blake just laid there, inches apart. A faunus girl running from a life of regrets, and a sentient pile of red flags poorly masquerading as a human being. They really would have made one freaking bizarre couple, wouldn't they?
Slowly, he got up. He held his hand out to her and she accepted. The words on their arms lined up in a perfect
I'm with stupid.
"C'mere," he said, leading her to the bathroom. He flickered on the lights and stood behind her.
She looked at her reflection. His hands were on her shoulders.
"What do you see?" he asked.
Her cat ears stood up. And she hadn't realized just how red her eyes looked. Was she always that tired? She was slowly starting to look like her mother.
"I see myself," she said.
"What if I asked that question when we first met?"
"Same thing?"
"Six months before that."
She thought of Adam. She thought of the frontier. Fighting with and running away from soldiers. Rallying support among tribes and towns with faunus in them. Grimm and death and stealing. There wouldn't have been Blake. There would have just been a girl in the mask beside Adam.
"Still would have been me."
He looked down at her. "But would you have
felt like the same person?"
"No," she said quietly.
"And yet, despite everything, it's still you. It was you, is you, and will be you, Blake. The same you, sometimes worse, sometimes better, but always a version of you. Who Blake is today is someone I love, someone I respect, but we're not meant to be together. We would hurt each other. Our demons wouldn't like their playdate."
"And who would you be tomorrow?"
Jaune rubbed the outline of his face. "I'd be me. Whoever I am.
Whatever I am. Faces change like the seasons. But I've grown used to seeing different faces as my own. I can still recognize who I am, who I was, and who I'm trying to be."
"If the Blake and Jaune there in the mirror aren't meant to be, what about the people they'll become? The same us, but different inside?"
He swallowed. "I think that's a cop out answer. The equivalent of stringing you along with a promise of maybe tomorrow. Or even worse shit, way creepier if you think about it. You, I guess—where your feelings come from now, I can't reciprocate. They came from a scared, hurting, and lonely girl trying to figure out her place in the world. There's several layers of fucked up to that if I went along with 'em. I don't even want to think of
what ifs because they give me the heebie-jeebies."
She laughed softly. "That's such a baby word."
"Babies speak truth to power."
"And what if that power," Blake said, "is as long as I feel about you from where it comes from, it'll be okay. Never be reciprocated. But if another future me came to feel the same way coming from a different place altogether?"
He tilted his head. "Stop trying to groom yourself. You're getting all twisted up in the weird metaphor. That's not what I'm trying to get at. The one I was trying to get at is that whatever we feel for each other is definitely stemming from a deeply unhealthy place within two deeply unhealthy individuals. And I'm too old for that shit anymore."
Blake nodded slowly. "So."
"So."
"I'm still not really sure what any of this means," she said. "But I guess I know where it leaves me. Leave
us."
"Not in love," he said.
She smiled at him. Even as her heart sank to her stomach as she made it. As one of her ears quivered. As her entire mouth felt dry, and she needed to swallow twice just to avoid choking on her own tongue. She turned around and put their arms and the little doodle on them together.
"
With stupid," she said knowingly.
He looked at the little scribble and laughed. "You still lost your pen's virginity on a fucking joke."
Blake thought long and hard about what she was going to say to that. At least she was going to. In the end, she realized that just not thinking anything through it all would probably make things go smoother.
So she gave him a meaningful yet dumb look and said, "Well, wouldn't be the
only time I've thought about losing my virginity
fucking a joke."
Jaune stepped back, rapidly pointing his fingers at her. "Nope. Too raunchy. Dial that back a notch, baby doll. Establishing my boundaries right here."
"It was funny!" she said with an expansive gesture. "Maybe I wasn't even talking about you, huh? Besides—I'm pretty sure you and Ruby make those kinds of jokes all the time."
"The difference being, she and I never had any awkward sexual tension."
She was going to say something about how saying and doing something ironically long enough would eventually make things unironic, before she realized something way more important.
Blake gawked. "Did… did we seriously just have a really long, complicated, hard to explain, emotionally charged conversation and argument—while you were fucking wearing your
please do not pet me i am a service dog apron?!"
He looked down at himself in surprise. "Uh, yes?"
She ran her hands down her face, pulling at her eyelids. "Oh my fucking God," Blake groaned. "How did I ever wind up with feelings for you of all people? Take that off right now!"
"I thought we just had a conversation about you no longer trying to get me naked!"
"Take that off right now, boy!"
"I'm not wearing anything underneath it!"
With a scoff, Blake gestured towards the shower. "Oh,
please. It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen already. You're half naked most of the time. And there was that one time you drunkenly passed out naked in the shower and we had to drag you out."
"So
that's when you got pregnant! I was wondering about that day; I felt violated for reasons I couldn't articulate."
Blake snorted. And then just broke out laughing. "Didn't we just talk about boundaries like this?"
"This is me in self-defense mode. Just like how I'm going to self-defense mode back out into the party. And you're coming because it's your birthday. And once the music gets going, I'm going to show you how to do the Argentine tango."
"What, you can dance?"
He shrugged affably. "I only know the Argentine tango and
Orange Justice, only one of which I'm shameless enough to do in public. You coming?"
"Not like part of me had hoped for originally, but I guess here I can."
"You're like my new Ruby except I can't definitively say you're just fucking with me. I don't like that."
Blake shrugged indifferently. "I'm still trying to work out an appropriate level for this new normal. Give me a couple of days to iron out the kinks before I'm sufficiently self-aware."
Jaune grabbed the door and threw it open. Immediately, a crowd of people who were just standing outside of it scrambled away like roaches. Blake saw at least Nora, Ruby, and Weiss. She felt lucky that she had already put on her bow before he opened the door
"Wait, what the fuck?" Jaune asked.
Blake poked her head out the door, and saw Shamrock just standing there and sipping from a juice box.
"What?" Shamrock asked. "I live here too." She sipped obnoxiously. "I was waiting for my turn to go in so I could use the bathroom. It's my favorite one."
Weiss ran back to drag Shamrock away.
"No, my juice box! My precious cran-lemonade!" Shamrock cried out.
Blake and Jaune just stood there, side by side, watching everyone else at the party quickly try to pretend like they totally hadn't been trying to listen in through the door. Everyone except for Cardin, who was continuing to stay in his lane and eat string cheese.
She looked at Jaune, who looked back. Wordlessly, they both communicated on a somehow telepathic level about whether or not they should be offended or upset or anything. Given that both of them were kind of retarded, it got lost in translation, and they both broke out in disbelieving laughter that slowly turned into a raucous but genuine uproar.
After managing to get a hold of himself, Jaune said, "Hey, Blake, partner, awkward girl, other half of my stupid—want to listen to bad salsa and learn the tango?"
"No," she said simply, with just a hint of melancholy. "But when has what I wanted ever factored into what you do?"
He smiled and took her hand. "Perfect. We're gonna need some practice if we want to show off how badass and elegant our team is at the upcoming school dance, huh?"
As it would turn out, dancing was
not her proudest, most elegant move. Doubly embarrassing because she was the centerpiece of her own birthday party. And she absolutely knew she was going to make a complete ass of herself at next month's student dance, which she had apparently just accidentally consented to going to, and at this point she was in too deep to find an excuse not to go.
But she knew that then, like now, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, she would still be with the people she loved. Her dumb little circle of friends that almost felt like a family.
a/n: Well, that wraps up posting for the year. See you 2022 after Holiday Block Leave. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!