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Well. [ That was unexpectedly touching. Yang smiled softly, for a brief moment. ] Now I'm kind of bummed out that it didn't go as I planned. I just wanted you to have a good time ... you know that, right?

[ She cocked her head to the side, eyes focused on Weiss's face for a reaction. Her lips, specifically, for some reason. Yang convinced herself it's because she wanted to both see and hear Weiss's affirmation. To see her smile and laugh this whole thing off. ]

It wasn't your fault that things didn't go all right. You didn't know.

[When had she taken a step closer? Weiss wasn't entirely sure about that, nor was she quite sure why she had tilted her head.]

I know you meant well.

I was hoping to have something more to show than just "it's the thought that counts". [ She said with a wide-armed shrug. Yang settled her hands on her own hips, having shifted a bit closer herself. ]

It still caused you some grief. I'm sorry about that. [ Yang chewed on her bottom lip as she dwelt on that for a moment. ] I should find some way to make it up to you.

Things happen. You wouldn't have done anything like that purposely.

[Between the sudden closeness and the way Yang's biting her lip, there's a sudden thought, and it's enough to make Weiss blush again. She brings a hand up, tapping at her chin.]

...you don't have to, but...

Nah. [ She scratches at her cheek. ] Well... maybe half a year ago I would have. Just to see what would happen. [ Yang's feeling pretty honest about things at the moment. It's just to help defuse the tension further, because though Weiss isn't mad she does still feel something in the air that wasn't there a minute ago when she was relaxing. ]

Yeah? [ Seems to her that Weiss has something on her mind. ] Name it.

And you would have heard me yelling at you all the way in Atlas, if you had.

[That's enough to make her laugh, at least enough to dispel a little of that tension. Only a little, though.]

I -

[Naming it isn't going to work; she's direct in a lot of things, but words aren't working. Actions are different, though.

A second later, she's on tiptoe, planting a kiss on Yang's lips.]

- that.

[ Yang chuckled at the thought of actually hearing Weiss yelling from such a long distance, because if she had to pick any one person at this school who was capable of such a hyperbolic feat, it would have been her.

...okay. Jaune, too...

Anyway, her mind's not there, it's here in the moment upon picking up on Weiss's proximity. Part of her knows what's coming, is tingling with anticipation, and the other half is just so oblivious because there's no way in a million years that she'd end up even briefly touching lips with the young heiress to the Schnee family legacy. There's just no way that just happened what the heck!?!

Congratulations, Weiss. You managed to stun your teammate into silence. ]

[ For all of two seconds, anyway. ]

Mm. You mean— [ Yang has no idea where her friend's drive originated, nor where her own impulse stemmed from. She cannot excuse it as just tit-for-tat in response to Weiss's own actions. An eye for an eye, kiss for a kiss? That isn't how things worked... but that's exactly what she was doing anyway, leaning down to press their lips together a second time. Just a few beats longer, just a bit more insistently than Weiss had done so to her two seconds ago. ] —that?

[ The sudden realization of what they had just done will no doubt catch up to them in a moment. Probably. Hopefully...? ]

Yes. Just like --

[It's really tempting to just close that distance again, and that's exactly what Weiss starts to do.]

[...but then she comes to her senses, taking a big step back and blushing furiously.]

I'm - I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I didn't - it's not like I -

[- and then she starts backing up towards the door, fully intending to just leave without finishing her sentence.]

[ Yang has so many questions right there. Interspersed with the more pressing ones ("What just happened?" "Did she just do that or did I just do that?") were unimportant, conflicting thoughts ("That felt really good." "Does she use chapstick, or was that just ...?")

—everything comes to a neck-twisting, screeching halt when she notices Weiss's own demeanor take a turn for the embarrassed. Yang doesn't go flush often, or easily, but even she's feeling a different kind of heat flooding her face just then. And it's tying up her tongue, to boot. ]

Um. Wait. Weiss, I — I mean, I can explain? [ She is 0% sure that she can explain anything of the last like half a minute. Or was it longer? Oh god hopefully it wasn't longer that would be even MORE to explain which she would have LESS confidence in doing.

Yang's also reaching out toward Weiss but doesn't actually move to get between her and the door. ]

[Weiss has a few of those same questions ("What did I just do?", "What came over me?", and "Why did I stop myself that last time?" to name a few) herself, the embarrassment is drowning them out.

Yang will manage to catch her hand, and that makes her stop and turn around.]

I don't know what there is to explain, it's not like we normally have discussions that turn into kissing. I don't even know what - I mean, it's not like it was a bad thing, but -

[She laughs nervously.]

[ —oh, she caught her? Great!

Not great.

Yang had no plan for what to do or so when that happened so, for the moment, she just sort of holds Weiss's hand tightly and averts her gaze entirely. Hey, the ceilings in this room aren't half bad...? ]

Nnnno, not ever. There's. A lot of other things that go on. But not. That.

[ God her palms feel sweaty and gross. Was that Weiss's doing, or her own? She can't tell but she ends up pulling it back anyway to wipe it against her side, off on her sleeping shirt, but instead just ends up sort of... holding it against herself.

You know it would be really great if her heart could stop hammering away in her ears right about now. Yang hasn't felt any true surge of anything resembling an adrenaline high since her arrival here, save for the initial fear of where she ended up, and the occasional enthusiastic Pokémon battle during their travel time. Now was a really poor time for her body to get itself all worked up over what was probably nothing.

Suddenly aware of the fact she had licked her lips, she brought her hand up to cover her mouth and mumbled something against the palm, her eyes squeezed shut. Snap out of it, Xiao Long!! ]

[The floors are really great, too, and that's what Weiss focuses on. She doesn't quite register it when she gives Yang's hand a squeeze, not until her friend takes that hand away.]

I mean, it would be a little awkward if we couldn't hold a conversation without - yeah. That.

[After that, she instinctively folds her arms over herself. She's not sure if that's supposed to be defensive or comforting to her. A bit of both, maybe.

It's a long moment before she tears her eyes from the pattern of the carpet and looks up, and even then, she focuses on a point to Yang's right.]

- are you okay? Or is that a profoundly stupid question?

[ It's their turn to exchange the briefest of glances as Yang turns her interest toward the handle on the door behind Weiss, to her side. Definitely a good idea they didn't have this discussion in the hall.

After both of Weiss's statements, Yang lets out two tiny tufts of dry laughter. ] Haah.

...hah, uhhm. [ There should probably be an apology in there somewhere, again, but honestly? She doesn't feel too sorry. She had that impulse, and acted on it, and for whatever reason Weiss had done the same. And. Technically, Weiss had started it. So, there???

Assigning blame for that just seemed to be a silly notion entirely. It made her feel momentarily like she was a kid. "She touched me first!" "She's on my side of the room again!"

The thought brings with it a chuckle. Yang drops her hand, to reveal a lopsided smile. ] I'm sorry for, uh. Morning mouth.

[That's one of the last things Weiss was expecting to hear, and it's enough to make her laugh. She fully intended to apologize and leave, but instead, she manages an embarrassed smile.

Nobody had seen anything, and if this is the worst thing that happens all week, she's all right with it.]

N-no, you didn't. Not really.

[ Yes, this certainly was awkward, but all told things could have been much more so. ]

Heh. All right. Good. [ Good? Yang cleared her throat and settled that hand of hers on her hip. ] I mean, I've got an image to maintain, so it's good that it ... went smoothly. [ God, what was she saying? Things were fine before she went and opened her mouth a second time. She could have just. Let it go. ]

[Weiss gives Yang a look that's a combination of a raised eyebrow and minor confusion.]

If we're talking about maintaining images, then I suppose mine must have just gone out the window. 'Ice Queen', indeed.

[There's no small amount of sarcasm in her voice.]

[ The implication that Yang was talking about her own skills in kissing may have gone over Weiss's head, judging from that look. Or she got it and blatantly set it aside. ]

Anyone who calls you that obviously doesn't know you. Not half as well as I do, that's for sure. [ Let's please forget, for the moment, that Yang used the exact same moniker for her, to her face, not that long ago. Because it seems Yang herself has certainly failed to recall that detail. ]

[Oh, she got it, but it's been set aside.]

...you do realize you're one of the people who's called me that, right?

[Yang may not remember it, but Weiss certainly does.]

It's been a while, but still.

Oh. [ Said in that tone of "me?" before recognition kicks in. Then guilt. ]

Right. I didn't mean I thought you fit the bill or anything. It was just an, uh, example? [ Smile smile maybe it'll sound more convincing that way. Buying into other people's gossip was a bit of a problem with her but Weiss did shut Jaune down pretty hard that day. Week. Whatever. ]

[Is it a day that ends in Y? Then there is a fairly high likelihood of Weiss shutting Jaune down hard.]

Sure. Right.

[She's just going to turn towards the door.]

[ Yang had been doing so well, despite everything else, right up until she decided to see what her own foot would taste like. Though she fires off her opinions quickly there is still more forethought put into them than she was exhibiting currently. She can't fully blame it on the earlier weirdness, but it wasn't helping neither.

And while Yang could have put this more eloquently, all that she can blurt out to reinforce her initial statement is: ] If someone said that about you now, I'd deck 'em.

[ She pounded her fist into a palm once, smirking. ] That goes double for me. [ What a strange admission of guilt. It's barely an apology. Though if her opinion of Weiss had not evolved for the better, that dating profile would have turned out a whole lot worse. ]

I guess throwing myself at a volcano in the arena was enough to melt that persona?

[She's at least trying.]

You don't need to go that far. I really don't want to have to explain to everyone else that you gave yourself a black eye defending me from yourself.

[Weiss is well aware of that fact.]

Okay?

[ That comment about the volcano got a chuckle and a smile out of her. The act had meant a lot to her, of course, and not just because it had propelled her into the finals for the singles matches at the cost of Weiss's own participation... ] Heh. If you had tried any harder, it would have done a lot more than just thaw you out a bit.

[ Yang nodded. ] Okay, okay. I'll lay off the public embarrassment.

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