Fics like a small sign

Yang has a bit of a reputation for sometimes pushing a little further than she probably should, and Weiss would be wincing if it didn’t seem as if Blake was enjoying this. There’s no real annoyance in her tone, gait light and clear as she argues back and forth, now going for a shove of her own. Actually, she looks—well. Happy to be arguing in the first place. They’re partners—of course they’re bound to be close—but this suddenly seems different in some way. Weiss thinks, huh. Yang dodges the counterattack and adds, “Plus, you’d miss me if I stopped.” She might have won after all. Blake doesn’t seem to have a reply, and they continue on in silence. Weiss catches the barest glimpse of Yang’s smug smile as she turns her head, warm and far too pleased with herself to be healthy. Blake never denies it, and as they continue on, Yang’s smile only grows wider. Huh, indeed.

Fics like a small sign

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