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genessia2014-02-11 07:24 pm
descendsfromshadow) wrote in genessia2014-02-11 07:24 pm
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Alright, that's it....
Who: Blake and Yang
What: A few days after Yang recovers from her brainwashing by Bison, it's time to confront a few things.
When: The middle of the night. 02/11
Where: The RWBY apartment.
This had gone on long enough.
Yang had been safely back home for a few days now, after well over a month missing under the control of a madman, and things were finally getting back to normal. For much of the weekend, Yang had simply slept, shuffling around the apartment in a zombie-like state while she shook off the last of the effects... and for all intents and purposes, she'd been more or less back to normal ever since. Joking and laughing, but Blake wasn't buying it.
Still, it wouldn't do to bring it up in front of the others. If nothing else, Yang certainly could put on a brave face. So, Blake waited.
Finally, days later, she took her chance. She waited until the other half of Team RWBY was out for the night and headed into the room she and her partner shared with a cup of tea in each hand. There was a moment's pause as she listened for the telltale snoring from the precariously perched top bunk and sighed a little when she was met with silence.
"Yang." Blake crossed the room, set one cup down and reached up to yank the blanket off of Yang's head. Before she could protest, Yang would find a cup of tea held up to her. "Let's talk."
What: A few days after Yang recovers from her brainwashing by Bison, it's time to confront a few things.
When: The middle of the night. 02/11
Where: The RWBY apartment.
This had gone on long enough.
Yang had been safely back home for a few days now, after well over a month missing under the control of a madman, and things were finally getting back to normal. For much of the weekend, Yang had simply slept, shuffling around the apartment in a zombie-like state while she shook off the last of the effects... and for all intents and purposes, she'd been more or less back to normal ever since. Joking and laughing, but Blake wasn't buying it.
Still, it wouldn't do to bring it up in front of the others. If nothing else, Yang certainly could put on a brave face. So, Blake waited.
Finally, days later, she took her chance. She waited until the other half of Team RWBY was out for the night and headed into the room she and her partner shared with a cup of tea in each hand. There was a moment's pause as she listened for the telltale snoring from the precariously perched top bunk and sighed a little when she was met with silence.
"Yang." Blake crossed the room, set one cup down and reached up to yank the blanket off of Yang's head. Before she could protest, Yang would find a cup of tea held up to her. "Let's talk."