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Team RWBY. It had a nice ring to it.
Everyone in it was nice. At least, that’s what Weiss thought. Yang was strong and caring, and while she would absolutely mess you up if you hurt her family, she was cool any other time. Blake was calm and collected - most of the time, at least. When Yang came into the picture, she couldn’t stop tripping over her tongue (it was hilarious). And Ruby was amazing. She hadn’t been sure about being the leader, so Yang and Weiss had had to spend a few hours reassuring her. (Blake had offered to get them some food or ice cream while they did that.)
There was one slight problem though. Weiss was pretty sure Blake didn’t like her. If it was something she was doing, Weiss could fix it no problem.
But… what if it wasn’t something she had done? Maybe it had to do with her last name, and if so… what would she do? Realistically, the only option available to her was to prove herself to her new teammate… and hopefully new friend.
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Weiss knocked on Blake’s bed frame, carefully avoiding the books. She didn’t want to start this off on the wrong foot, after all.
Blake hummed, not looking up from her book. She flicked to the next page, and Weiss almost lost all her nerve right then and there.
“Blake?” she tried, cringing at how weak her voice sounded.
Blake jolted, book slamming closed as she jerked her head up to stare at Weiss. Wide eyes met hers and Weiss immediately felt bad.
“Sorry-”
“It’s fine.”
There were a few uncomfortable seconds of silence.
“So, ah,” Blake cleared her throat, “what did you need?”
Weiss blinked, trying to wrangle her wayward thoughts. “Right. I was just wondering if you…” Find something to do with her. “wanted to go to a cafe with me?”
It was Blake’s turn to blink. “A… cafe?”
Weiss nodded, placing her hands behind her back to hide her fiddling. “Yes, I’ve heard from Yang and Ruby that they have quite the delectable selection of… things,” she trailed off lamely, averting her gaze to rest on one of Blake’s books. She read the spine absentmindedly, only to jolt in surprise when she realized it was one of many books banned in Atlas.
Blake followed where she was looking, and her eyes narrowed. “Something wrong?” she questioned, tone cold.
Weiss stiffened. “Ah, no, I was just…” There was another mad scramble in her thoughts. “Wondering if it was good?” It came out as a question, but she wasn’t lying.
“What.”
“Well, you see, The Atlas of Broken Stars is something that was meant to be eye-opening, wasn’t it? But the people in charge, bigots as they are, decided that it wouldn’t do to poison the minds of the young and impressionable heirs. They removed it from libraries and bookstores silently, so nobody could realize and protest. I only heard about from Winter after she traveled to Anima with her regiment and she only mentioned it off-handedly without truly telling me what it was about, so you can imagine my intrigue when I saw it among your possessions and, well, I figured it couldn’t do any harm to simply ask…” she slowed down, looking off to the side with flame crawling up her neck. “So.”
“So,” Blake echoed softly, though Weiss couldn’t tell what that meant with her facing away as she was.
“How about this,” Blake started, and Weiss slowly turned back to look at her fri- teammate. “We go to that cafe you were talking about, and we bring that book so we can talk about it, yeah?”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Weiss smiled. “That would be wonderful,” she said softly, holding out a hand for Blake to grab and hoist herself up with. “Truly fantastic.”
And Weiss let the thought fill her - maybe they’d be okay.