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[ It was snowing. Of course it was snowing, it was Atlas. Somehow it felt more appropriate than ever though. It was cold while Weiss... felt anything but. She felt like her head was swarming, caught up in everything. It was more like a blazing fire, too hot to deal with alone but alone was all she had. At least, all she had until she remembered that there was one person here who didn't think she was just in need of being tossed at a therapist and some jail time to set her straight.
Most people probably would've questioned Weiss Schnee walking alone down the streets of Atlas, of course, particularly given what had happened- she was smart enough to wear a full cloak with a hood. It was all white, of course, but no one questioned that in Atlas- as long as they couldn't see her it would be fine. It wasn't until she'd trudged through the snow all the way to the last place she remembered James Ironwood lived that she stopped walking. It was cold, her feet were wet- she hadn't really planned this out, her heels weren't suited for this. She should've grabbed something other than Myrtenaster. It was too late now. The only one who had seen her go was Klein, and he had pretended to look away for her sake.
She hesitated for a moment before rapping on the door lightly with her knuckle, quiet enough that it was really questionable whether it wasn't just a bird or something tapping against his door. ]
Most people probably would've questioned Weiss Schnee walking alone down the streets of Atlas, of course, particularly given what had happened- she was smart enough to wear a full cloak with a hood. It was all white, of course, but no one questioned that in Atlas- as long as they couldn't see her it would be fine. It wasn't until she'd trudged through the snow all the way to the last place she remembered James Ironwood lived that she stopped walking. It was cold, her feet were wet- she hadn't really planned this out, her heels weren't suited for this. She should've grabbed something other than Myrtenaster. It was too late now. The only one who had seen her go was Klein, and he had pretended to look away for her sake.
She hesitated for a moment before rapping on the door lightly with her knuckle, quiet enough that it was really questionable whether it wasn't just a bird or something tapping against his door. ]
[somehow he just knew who was at the door before he had even reached it.
the night had felt odd, definitely, what with him returning home after visiting the schnee mansion and his nerves still hadn't settled. he knew that jacques held an extensive amount of power in atlas, but ironwood held even more due to his immense influence and standing in the council. that being said, he still felt a sense of unease around the schnee man, mostly because of how jacques handled most things. he was quick to anger, especially on subjects he didn't understand, and that sadly meant he would take it out on his family.
that's right, the knock at the door reminded him of weiss- of what she had been the last time he had seen her. both times she had seemed on edge, defeated, and not entirely herself at all. he didn't know her personally, but he had seen her at her best when she was at beacon, and here she seemed... much more like a thing for jacques to toss around.
ironwood had removed most of his uniform, now only sporting his white slacks and black sweater, and was warming himself by his large fireplace when he heard the knock. it was quiet, much too soft, but he was somehow able to hear it. it didn't take long for him to reach the door, and he opened it swiftly enough to reveal a hooded figure. the confusion only stayed with him momentarily before he realized who was under the cloak.]
Miss.... Schnee? [he blinked down at her before opening the door much wider.] Come on in- if you stay out there any longer then you'll definitely catch a terrible cold.
[he can ask he questions later, right now he just wanted her inside.]
the night had felt odd, definitely, what with him returning home after visiting the schnee mansion and his nerves still hadn't settled. he knew that jacques held an extensive amount of power in atlas, but ironwood held even more due to his immense influence and standing in the council. that being said, he still felt a sense of unease around the schnee man, mostly because of how jacques handled most things. he was quick to anger, especially on subjects he didn't understand, and that sadly meant he would take it out on his family.
that's right, the knock at the door reminded him of weiss- of what she had been the last time he had seen her. both times she had seemed on edge, defeated, and not entirely herself at all. he didn't know her personally, but he had seen her at her best when she was at beacon, and here she seemed... much more like a thing for jacques to toss around.
ironwood had removed most of his uniform, now only sporting his white slacks and black sweater, and was warming himself by his large fireplace when he heard the knock. it was quiet, much too soft, but he was somehow able to hear it. it didn't take long for him to reach the door, and he opened it swiftly enough to reveal a hooded figure. the confusion only stayed with him momentarily before he realized who was under the cloak.]
Miss.... Schnee? [he blinked down at her before opening the door much wider.] Come on in- if you stay out there any longer then you'll definitely catch a terrible cold.
[he can ask he questions later, right now he just wanted her inside.]
[ The Kingdom of Oniyuri was something that everyone had heard about. They had separated from Mistral, leaving Mistral in the dust much like Atlas had done to Mantle. It was something her father appreciated much more than Weiss ever had, which was why they were there now. Weiss hadn't exactly had a moment to herself since she had started talking about going to Beacon- it was an idea that her father hadn't been fond of, to say the least, and it was also why she was asked to accompany him on a diplomatic mission to Oniyuri.
Well, he called it a diplomatic mission. Weiss knew it more to be that he wanted to renegotiate taxation on Dust imports. That was why they were at this party now, why Weiss was hovering around like a wallflower trying to avoid contact with most people. And for the most part, the sharp look that she was giving anyone who looked like they might have an ulterior motive seemed to be doing the trick up until Jacques came and basically told her to play nice. So she took a deep breath and, while she didn't approach anyone, she did at least stop looking like she'd bite their heads off if they came up to her.
Which of course meant some boy was hitting on her, talking about how he'd heard that there were some roses that could grow even in the snow but they still had thorns, blahblah. Weiss wasn't the type of person who wanted to be rescued often, but this guy just wasn't getting her 'nice' attempts to shut him down. (Literally just saying not interested apparently wasn't enough.) She may need a little help.. ]
Well, he called it a diplomatic mission. Weiss knew it more to be that he wanted to renegotiate taxation on Dust imports. That was why they were at this party now, why Weiss was hovering around like a wallflower trying to avoid contact with most people. And for the most part, the sharp look that she was giving anyone who looked like they might have an ulterior motive seemed to be doing the trick up until Jacques came and basically told her to play nice. So she took a deep breath and, while she didn't approach anyone, she did at least stop looking like she'd bite their heads off if they came up to her.
Which of course meant some boy was hitting on her, talking about how he'd heard that there were some roses that could grow even in the snow but they still had thorns, blahblah. Weiss wasn't the type of person who wanted to be rescued often, but this guy just wasn't getting her 'nice' attempts to shut him down. (Literally just saying not interested apparently wasn't enough.) She may need a little help.. ]
[ The idea of catching a cold from the weather was almost amusing to Weiss. If her entire state of mind wasn't stretched beyond what she would consider bearable stress right now, she might've laughed. She might've pointed out that she spent time surrounded by ice even back at Beacon. Of all people, she wasn't concerned about the cold, even if she could feel it. Her aura could handle a little more than that. She would rather be out in the cold than where she was supposed to be, safe and warm.
She doubted Ironwood meant it light-heartedly just as she didn't feel light-hearted, so no such amusement passed her expression. She did want to come in, so she stepped into the room and slipped the hood down behind her shoulders. When she turned around to face him once out of the doorway, it would be even more obvious that she was more lost than ever. ]
Please tell him you haven't seen me when he figures it out.
[ Lost as she was, James Ironwood was still friends with Jacques Schnee. Even if Weiss trusted him, she wouldn't have blamed him if his initial instinct was to call his friend to let him know that his daughter was safe. Weiss didn't feel safe with him though. Unsafe enough that when he'd grabbed her she nearly killed someone on accident when her instincts to protect herself on top of all the other anxiety, fear, and anger she felt had reacted with her semblance. Add him not being happy with her on top of that, ruining what he'd planned to be a way to get past Ironwood's embargo because she was the only one making sense and she couldn't just keep taking it-- it was little wonder Weiss had left as soon as she could get out of his line of sight. ]
She doubted Ironwood meant it light-heartedly just as she didn't feel light-hearted, so no such amusement passed her expression. She did want to come in, so she stepped into the room and slipped the hood down behind her shoulders. When she turned around to face him once out of the doorway, it would be even more obvious that she was more lost than ever. ]
Please tell him you haven't seen me when he figures it out.
[ Lost as she was, James Ironwood was still friends with Jacques Schnee. Even if Weiss trusted him, she wouldn't have blamed him if his initial instinct was to call his friend to let him know that his daughter was safe. Weiss didn't feel safe with him though. Unsafe enough that when he'd grabbed her she nearly killed someone on accident when her instincts to protect herself on top of all the other anxiety, fear, and anger she felt had reacted with her semblance. Add him not being happy with her on top of that, ruining what he'd planned to be a way to get past Ironwood's embargo because she was the only one making sense and she couldn't just keep taking it-- it was little wonder Weiss had left as soon as she could get out of his line of sight. ]
As perceptive as Orihime was, her affection for Ichigo could blind her to things that were obvious to everyone else. This was especially true after their struggles in Soul Society's heavenly realm, as it took her a few days of being home before she realized something about Uryuu just seemed...off. Once she did notice, she felt a heavy pang of guilt for not realizing sooner that of course something would feel off. The things the Quincys made him do, the choices he'd been forced to make... It would tear most people apart.
So was that what was going on inside of her friend too? Was he just that good at hiding it, or just too proud? It wasn't as if he had many people he could confide in -- she was sure he'd rather slit his wrists and do push-ups than unload his feelings on Ichigo. But he did have her. He seemed to soften a little for her sake sometimes, so...should she offer? Would that offend his pride?
Well, if that happened, she'd rather apologize for an error made out of concern than ignore what he was going through when he just needed someone to listen.
Finishing her shift at the bakery, she loosened the strings of her apron and marched toward the stock room. She'd have to feel out the situation and improvise, most likely. If she just dropped by out of the blue, she couldn't salvage an accidental blow to his pride like she could with a flimsy excuse for being there. So she'd just drop off some day old bread, the way she did for Chad.
'I came to see how you were doing, Ishida-kun!'
'I'm fine of course, why wouldn't I be?'
'Oh, I meant I wanted to see if you were eating enough whole grains. Here's some bread!'
'I understand now, ha ha ha!'
'Ha ha ha!'
Hanging up her apron, she pushed open the door.
There was no bread.
"But...there's always leftover bread..." she blinked, puzzled, and suddenly alarmed. If there was no bread to bring by, there would be no excuse to open up a conversation without a convenient fallback fib!
"Oh, are you looking for the leftovers, Inoue? I told Matsuo-san she could have it this time," her supervisor called out.
Well. That was fair. Orihime took the bread home most of the time, but of all days...! There was nothing to be done for it. Orihime squared her shoulders and picked up her bag, rifling inside until she found her billfold. "Can I buy a dessert, then?"
* * * * *
And so it was that Orihime kept the oversized cupcake cradled close to her chest, the umbrella held protectively over the treat as she hastened down the rain-spattered sidewalks of town.
'There was no need to check on me. I'm not a toddler to be fussed over.'
'But I heard it was your birthday! That wasn't true?!'
'You've been misinformed.'
'No sense letting this cupcake go to waste then, let's eat it together! Ha ha ha!'
'Ha ha ha!'
It still wasn't as good an excuse as the bread story, but it would have to do. Stepping up onto the front porch, she pressed the doorbell and stood back. Never mind the fact that she still had flour in her hair. Or dried batter on the side of her jaw. As long as he was really okay...
So was that what was going on inside of her friend too? Was he just that good at hiding it, or just too proud? It wasn't as if he had many people he could confide in -- she was sure he'd rather slit his wrists and do push-ups than unload his feelings on Ichigo. But he did have her. He seemed to soften a little for her sake sometimes, so...should she offer? Would that offend his pride?
Well, if that happened, she'd rather apologize for an error made out of concern than ignore what he was going through when he just needed someone to listen.
Finishing her shift at the bakery, she loosened the strings of her apron and marched toward the stock room. She'd have to feel out the situation and improvise, most likely. If she just dropped by out of the blue, she couldn't salvage an accidental blow to his pride like she could with a flimsy excuse for being there. So she'd just drop off some day old bread, the way she did for Chad.
'I came to see how you were doing, Ishida-kun!'
'I'm fine of course, why wouldn't I be?'
'Oh, I meant I wanted to see if you were eating enough whole grains. Here's some bread!'
'I understand now, ha ha ha!'
'Ha ha ha!'
Hanging up her apron, she pushed open the door.
There was no bread.
"But...there's always leftover bread..." she blinked, puzzled, and suddenly alarmed. If there was no bread to bring by, there would be no excuse to open up a conversation without a convenient fallback fib!
"Oh, are you looking for the leftovers, Inoue? I told Matsuo-san she could have it this time," her supervisor called out.
Well. That was fair. Orihime took the bread home most of the time, but of all days...! There was nothing to be done for it. Orihime squared her shoulders and picked up her bag, rifling inside until she found her billfold. "Can I buy a dessert, then?"
* * * * *
And so it was that Orihime kept the oversized cupcake cradled close to her chest, the umbrella held protectively over the treat as she hastened down the rain-spattered sidewalks of town.
'There was no need to check on me. I'm not a toddler to be fussed over.'
'But I heard it was your birthday! That wasn't true?!'
'You've been misinformed.'
'No sense letting this cupcake go to waste then, let's eat it together! Ha ha ha!'
'Ha ha ha!'
It still wasn't as good an excuse as the bread story, but it would have to do. Stepping up onto the front porch, she pressed the doorbell and stood back. Never mind the fact that she still had flour in her hair. Or dried batter on the side of her jaw. As long as he was really okay...
Snow was beautiful. It was one of Orihime's favorite things about winter. But the weather wasn't always so kind in a more temperate climate like Japan...sometimes all the city got was frigid, slushy, freezing rain. While the crystallized trees were absolutely breathtaking to look at from her bedroom window, Orihime was far more focused on the sheer ice that covered the entire ground. The streets and the sidewalks were especially bad. While she could make good time on people's frozen lawns, navigating that treacherous strip of open sidewalk from someone's driveway was extremely difficult. She'd fallen twice today already.
Just put one foot in front of the other, she told herself, sliding half a step forward rather than lifting her shoe and risking a spill by upsetting the even distribution of her weight.
The downward slope of the driveway combined with the cruel consistency of gravity meant she went skidding sideways instead of forward. She threw her arms wide, wobbling uncertainly, and tried to push onward just the same. Her foot shot abruptly behind the other one and down she went, banging her hip on the ice with a grimace of pain. Wincing, she heaved a deep sigh. "Maybe I shouldn't get eggs on this trip," she admitted to herself. Honestly she wouldn't even be out here if her cupboards weren't starting to look a little barren. A girl needed to eat to stay healthy in weather like this, especially with Orihime's mysterious metabolism. It was too bad, since an egg soup sounded heavenly on a cold day like this, but she could cobble together some sort of curry instead.
As she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, looking for something to grab onto to get back to her feet, she felt a sudden flash of reiatsu close by, and recognized it immediately.
What was Grimmjow doing outside on a day like this, she wondered? Maybe he was curious about the snow. She wasn't sure if they had anything like this in Hueco Mundo, so it was only natural that he might want to see it for himself. Or had he grown bored and decided to track her down for some company? She could never really tell. His motivations were always so unpredictable to her, mild and relaxed one day, uptight and cranky the next. She was kind of hoping for the former. He might even decide winter was his favorite season! Nothing wrong with being optimistic, right?
Just put one foot in front of the other, she told herself, sliding half a step forward rather than lifting her shoe and risking a spill by upsetting the even distribution of her weight.
The downward slope of the driveway combined with the cruel consistency of gravity meant she went skidding sideways instead of forward. She threw her arms wide, wobbling uncertainly, and tried to push onward just the same. Her foot shot abruptly behind the other one and down she went, banging her hip on the ice with a grimace of pain. Wincing, she heaved a deep sigh. "Maybe I shouldn't get eggs on this trip," she admitted to herself. Honestly she wouldn't even be out here if her cupboards weren't starting to look a little barren. A girl needed to eat to stay healthy in weather like this, especially with Orihime's mysterious metabolism. It was too bad, since an egg soup sounded heavenly on a cold day like this, but she could cobble together some sort of curry instead.
As she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, looking for something to grab onto to get back to her feet, she felt a sudden flash of reiatsu close by, and recognized it immediately.
What was Grimmjow doing outside on a day like this, she wondered? Maybe he was curious about the snow. She wasn't sure if they had anything like this in Hueco Mundo, so it was only natural that he might want to see it for himself. Or had he grown bored and decided to track her down for some company? She could never really tell. His motivations were always so unpredictable to her, mild and relaxed one day, uptight and cranky the next. She was kind of hoping for the former. He might even decide winter was his favorite season! Nothing wrong with being optimistic, right?
[he wasn't about to tell jacques either way, however once he heard the tone in weiss's voice he knew that he couldn't let her go back that easily. this really wasn't any of his business, this was between the two schnees- but he did offer her a way out, and he meant to keep his promise. his home might not have been like the school he ran, but it was still a safe haven for weiss to be in.
ironwood didn't say much more, he simply nodded at her. he gestured down to her wet clothes, however.]
You don't need to say any more, you can stay here as long as you like. Still-... I think you should at least warm up by the fire, those wet boots can't be good for you.
[ironwood stepped aside, urging her to go on ahead when she was ready to leave the front door.]
ironwood didn't say much more, he simply nodded at her. he gestured down to her wet clothes, however.]
You don't need to say any more, you can stay here as long as you like. Still-... I think you should at least warm up by the fire, those wet boots can't be good for you.
[ironwood stepped aside, urging her to go on ahead when she was ready to leave the front door.]
[ren was definitely a wallflower, and this party was making him extremely uncomfortable. while he knew how to dance, and to dance well, he still wasn't much for talking- or for crowds really. he had also stepped off to the side, drinking his drink and watching everyone around him. his family wasn't nearly as strict as the schnees, but he was told to be on his best behavior and to properly greet all the schnees that he saw.
weiss had been next on his list, and just as he made his way over to her he saw that she was being hit on. oh- wow... what should he even do? ignore it? say something? he should really say something but he hated saying anything. okay- no really the best option was to say something, most definitely.
ren walked over to the two of them, and he tapped the boy on the shoulder. when he turned around, ren simply cleared his throat before speaking.]
Ahem! Uhm... I think you're needed at the bar- some... girl wanted to buy you a drink? [would that even work? he didn't-... ah, now the boy nodded and was now leaving to go see who wanted to flirt with him next. perfect. ren sighed a little, and then glanced at weiss, before looking off to the side. back to being a little more quiet, yeah...]
weiss had been next on his list, and just as he made his way over to her he saw that she was being hit on. oh- wow... what should he even do? ignore it? say something? he should really say something but he hated saying anything. okay- no really the best option was to say something, most definitely.
ren walked over to the two of them, and he tapped the boy on the shoulder. when he turned around, ren simply cleared his throat before speaking.]
Ahem! Uhm... I think you're needed at the bar- some... girl wanted to buy you a drink? [would that even work? he didn't-... ah, now the boy nodded and was now leaving to go see who wanted to flirt with him next. perfect. ren sighed a little, and then glanced at weiss, before looking off to the side. back to being a little more quiet, yeah...]
Was he alright? He was, all things considered, but he definitely wasn't as alright as he should be. After finishing off the battle with Ywach Ishida had realized something: he really hadn't been as much of an asset to that mission as he would have hoped to be. They were all his people, his tribe, and yet in the end it had been Kurosaki who had taken him down. He wasn't irritated about it, not at all, but it was still a fact of the matter. Yet again Kurosaki had saved the day, and yet again Ishida had found himself simply watching and unable to fully contribute.
Was that all he was good for? Simply watching? He couldn't complain, he had no reason to, so he had decided to bottle it all up. So much of his life he had simply bottled everything up and refused to say anything. Even with his 'friends' had consisted of him remaining silent as he just watched and thought to himself about each and every one of them.
Inoue? She was always at the front of his mind, always someone that he wanted by his side and to fight with, but she wanted to be with Kurosaki- of course. Did that irritate him? No, he only wanted what would be best for Inoue after all. If she truly loved Kurosaki then who was he to get in the way?
Just stay silent as always, that's what he had told himself.
So on that fateful day he hadn't been expecting a visit from her at all. He had been looking forward to remaining silent, to being alone, and to possibly get some sewing done that had long been forgotten. After he heard the doorbell he quirked an eyebrow, unaware of just who was at the door. Once he opened it up he saw her standing there, beautiful and vibrant as ever, and he felt something twist inside of him.
No Uryuu, he told himself, remain quiet, as always.
...Still, there were things he couldn't just ignore and he had to mention them.
"Good day, Inoue-san..." he sounded rather skeptical, and that was only because he was preoccupied with her face, or rather, what was all over it, "...just get off work?"
Was that all he was good for? Simply watching? He couldn't complain, he had no reason to, so he had decided to bottle it all up. So much of his life he had simply bottled everything up and refused to say anything. Even with his 'friends' had consisted of him remaining silent as he just watched and thought to himself about each and every one of them.
Inoue? She was always at the front of his mind, always someone that he wanted by his side and to fight with, but she wanted to be with Kurosaki- of course. Did that irritate him? No, he only wanted what would be best for Inoue after all. If she truly loved Kurosaki then who was he to get in the way?
Just stay silent as always, that's what he had told himself.
So on that fateful day he hadn't been expecting a visit from her at all. He had been looking forward to remaining silent, to being alone, and to possibly get some sewing done that had long been forgotten. After he heard the doorbell he quirked an eyebrow, unaware of just who was at the door. Once he opened it up he saw her standing there, beautiful and vibrant as ever, and he felt something twist inside of him.
No Uryuu, he told himself, remain quiet, as always.
...Still, there were things he couldn't just ignore and he had to mention them.
"Good day, Inoue-san..." he sounded rather skeptical, and that was only because he was preoccupied with her face, or rather, what was all over it, "...just get off work?"
What was he doing out on a day like this? Well, he was out because he had sensed her own reiatsu around. He had been lazing about, walking around the town and inspecting all of the snowy sights when he had also felt her distressed reiatsu. That was when he moved to action and decided to use his sonido in order to teleport much closer to her. He couldn't just let his woman get hurt like that, but he was also annoyed that she was so goddamn fragile. She was able to heal, wasn't she? She was extremely valuable, she should be more careful.
Grimmjow then appeared before her with a flash and a low sound, the snow crunching under his feet once he landed. He saw her on the ground still and he just raised an eyebrow, now realizing what had distressed her reiatsu. What, it wasn't even another Hollow? Just her own clumsiness? Figures.
The Arrancar walked over to her, now crouching down with his hands still in his pockets, but he was at least at her eye level now.
"You need to watch where you're goin'," in other words, stop getting hurt jeez. Grimmjow then reached out to her, grabbing an arm and hoisting her up to her feet. He kept his hand on her arm, keeping her in place at his side.
"What're you up to today?"
Grimmjow then appeared before her with a flash and a low sound, the snow crunching under his feet once he landed. He saw her on the ground still and he just raised an eyebrow, now realizing what had distressed her reiatsu. What, it wasn't even another Hollow? Just her own clumsiness? Figures.
The Arrancar walked over to her, now crouching down with his hands still in his pockets, but he was at least at her eye level now.
"You need to watch where you're goin'," in other words, stop getting hurt jeez. Grimmjow then reached out to her, grabbing an arm and hoisting her up to her feet. He kept his hand on her arm, keeping her in place at his side.
"What're you up to today?"
I know you're still his friend but I can't stay here anymore. Not home, not in Atlas.
[ She knows that he said to go near the fire. It's a good idea, but she wants to make a few things very clear first. It's obvious that she knows her father isn't going to stop just because she runs. He never had. But that's the only way she can get away from them without one of them getting hurt in the process. Since he's a lot more willing to hurt her than she is him, this is her solution.
Weiss looks Ironwood straight in the eyes and takes a deep breath, then much more calmly but with a clear determination, asks her question. ]
If he sends someone after me I'll fight anyone who comes and I won't stop running. He's taken everything from me except who I am. I won't stay locked up for him to slowly chip away at that too. I'll stay here tonight, but... I want to know where my friends are. That's where I need to be.
[ She knows that he said to go near the fire. It's a good idea, but she wants to make a few things very clear first. It's obvious that she knows her father isn't going to stop just because she runs. He never had. But that's the only way she can get away from them without one of them getting hurt in the process. Since he's a lot more willing to hurt her than she is him, this is her solution.
Weiss looks Ironwood straight in the eyes and takes a deep breath, then much more calmly but with a clear determination, asks her question. ]
If he sends someone after me I'll fight anyone who comes and I won't stop running. He's taken everything from me except who I am. I won't stay locked up for him to slowly chip away at that too. I'll stay here tonight, but... I want to know where my friends are. That's where I need to be.
[ Weiss stared at the newcomer with a cross between irritation and the clear knowledge that she probably should be grateful that the new person managed to solve the situation without causing a scene. Weiss was getting the feeling that she was going to have to if he kept things up, which wouldn't make Father happy, which wouldn't make her happy, which wouldn't make anyone happy.
But she knew she wasn't mad at the other boy. It was the irritating jerk that she had taken issue with, so she took a deep breath and put on that fake smile she'd been practicing. Usually she could do that out of the public eye so it wasn't so obvious but he was here at this party. If he was as vapid as so many other people here, it wouldn't matter he'd be too focused on pegging himself a hero. If he had half a brain he'd understand why her smile looked strained. ]
I appreciate your assistance. Some people really don't take a straight-forward "no" for an answer.
[ Followed by the perfect curtsy and a bow of the head. ] I'm Weiss.
But she knew she wasn't mad at the other boy. It was the irritating jerk that she had taken issue with, so she took a deep breath and put on that fake smile she'd been practicing. Usually she could do that out of the public eye so it wasn't so obvious but he was here at this party. If he was as vapid as so many other people here, it wouldn't matter he'd be too focused on pegging himself a hero. If he had half a brain he'd understand why her smile looked strained. ]
I appreciate your assistance. Some people really don't take a straight-forward "no" for an answer.
[ Followed by the perfect curtsy and a bow of the head. ] I'm Weiss.
[ Hey Grimmjow. Do you like
rabbits?
because Yui has apparently been designated rabbit babysitter by a certain god of the moon while he has to go do something Zeus says. And he's escaped to come say hello to Grimmjow, followed a few seconds by a breathless Yui, putting her hands on her knees as soon as she sees Usamaro attempting to sniffle a sleeping Grimmjow. ]
rabbits?
because Yui has apparently been designated rabbit babysitter by a certain god of the moon while he has to go do something Zeus says. And he's escaped to come say hello to Grimmjow, followed a few seconds by a breathless Yui, putting her hands on her knees as soon as she sees Usamaro attempting to sniffle a sleeping Grimmjow. ]
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