"Everybody has something."

"Like how you drink too much?"

"Yep! So what's yours, kitty cat?"

Blake stared blankly at the lounging blonde, looking about as invested in the conversation as the nearby lamp did. Sighing, she shut her book and set it to the side.

"Assuming I do have something, what makes you think I'll tell you about it?"

Yang hummed. "I dunno, guess I figured I'd earned enough friend points by now. You're the first person I told about my thing, y'know? 'Side from Rubes."

"I'm pretty sure everyone in this building has seen how wasted you get, Yang."

"But there's an important difference between being exposed to someone's vices and being trusted with them."

Blake blinked. "That is...a surprisingly decent point."

"Thanks, I thought of it in the shower."

The faunas sighed. "Of course you did." She drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "You really want to know?"

"Definitely."

"Fine," Blake muttered. Reaching down, she slowly pulled up her pant leg, revealing a criss cross of old and new scars. "I haven't done it months, but...cutting. That's my vice."

Yang whistled. "Those look painful as fuck, Blake."

A laugh. "That's sort of the point."

"Is it?"

"Well...not really. It reminds me that I'm in control of myself."

"I get that, I think. I mean it's dark, but I get it."

"Most people aren't so understanding."

Yang grinned. "Girl, you should see what my sister gets up to."

Blake quirked an eyebrow. "I can't tell if you're joking or not."

"Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Ah, I'm just messin' with ya. Rubes doesn't really have vices, just broods like a mother fucker."

"I think I could picture that. With how some of her songs sound, I'm surprised she wasn't a bigger fan of the Fang."

The blonde laughed a bit. "Yeah, well, I have my theories on that."

"Oh?"

Yang tapped her finger on her chin, as if deep in thought. "A young girl with minimal dating experience, suddenly and nigh religiously following a band purely for one of its members..."

Blake just stared at her.

"...Shes like, totally gay for you."

"Oh. That's...unfortunate."

"Don't want the Rubooty?"

The cat glared, and Yang raised her hands in submission. After a moment, Blake sighed. "I don't date, Yang. Can't."

"And why's that?"

"The first girl I liked called me a traitor to my people, because I wasn't willing to support extremism. My first boyfriend was a psycho, who would get violent because I refused to sleep with him. He's why I left the Fang. Both times, it felt like losing the only person who understood me."

"Shit, Blake, I don't know what to say."

She shrugged. "Didn't really expect you to. I haven't felt ready to try a relationship since, and Ruby's not a friend I'd like to lose."

Yang nodded. "I get that. I still think it'd work, but...I'll drop it."

"Thank you."

"No worries, I've got an idea of what it's like. I mean, doesn't stop me from trying to get in pants, just more careful about who's."

"You mean Weiss'."

"Dude."

"You are many things, least of all subtle."

"I'm not that obvious!"

Blake stared at her.

Yang sighed and ran a hand through her hair, the dragon painted on her skin curling and flexing as she did."Okay, maybe I'm a bit obvious..."

"A bit?"

"So a lot obvious, whatever. It's not like anything's going to happen, so it's just flirting. Y'know, some sexual tension here and there."

"You don't want anything to happen?"

"I dunno, maybe? But it wont, so, doesn't really matter."

Blake rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh. And why are you so convinced of that?"

"She's Weiss."

"And?"

"And she's way out of my league!"

Blake said nothing. Then, she started laughing. Laughing in a way that honestly hurt, leaving her clutching at her stomach while Yang stared on blankly.

"Yang...Yang, I'm trying to be serious." She got out, wiping at her eyes.

"Wha- so am I!"

"Out of your league?"

"She is! She's gorgeous, and rich, and her voice- as if she would ever want me."

"...Are you in love with her?"

Yang flushed a red Blake had never seen before. "No! No, that's ridiculous, I can't believe...that...that wouldn't even..."

A dark eyebrow raised.

"Ugh, I'm such an idiot. This happens every time."

"You get called out by someone clearly more sensible than you?"

The dragon glared at the smug cat.

"I mean, with the girls I dated before. It would always just be for fun at first, then I'd want it to actually mean something, and they'd leave. Can't believe I'm doing it again..."

"Do you really think Weiss would ever be like them?"

"Do you think Ruby would be?"

Blake's brow furrowed, and Yang winced. A few moments of awkward silence passed before she spoke up again.

"...Sorry. That wasn't fair."

A sigh. "It's okay, Yang. It would be hypocritical of me when I've expressed the same feelings."

"...I just...don't know what I'd do if it went wrong. We're all relying on the band right now, and if I ruined it because I couldn't keep a crush in check? I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"Yeah, I...I get it."

Quiet, then Yang loudly groaned while stomping a foot. "This is getting way too fuckin' depressing. You up for a drink?"

Blake scoffed. "At one of the bars you go to?"

"Or wherever, just need to get outta here."

"You realize you're the one who started this conversation, right?"

"Still. My gym was closed today, if I don't do something I'll go crazy."

"Are you going to try to pick someone up after all of this?"

...

"Yang."

...

"Oh my god."

"Well I don't want to lie about it!"

Blake shook her head, a small smile on her face. "Whatever you say."

Yang laughed, but it was short. "I uh...I know I said I'd drop it, and I will, but y'know...if anyone was going to date my lil' sis..."

"...Thank you. And Weiss is definitely in your league, miss two-hours-at-the-gym-seven-days-a-week."

"It's only six days a week!"

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...

"Why you gotta call me out like this, Blake?"