Yang closed the handwritten book and snorted. She looked at the author, who sat in front of her.

"Well, I've got to say, Rubes. It certainly is… creative."

Everyone in the room cringed at the word 'creative', even the author herself.

Ruby, who happened to be the author of said book, whimpered. The blush on her cheeks deepened. "I knew this was a bad idea."

Yang raised her eyebrow. "What? The existence of this questionable book itself?"

"No!" Ruby blinked and looked away. She made it sound like she wanted to defend this book, which was, um, totally not the truth at all. "I mean showing it to you guys. That's the bad idea."

Weiss, who sat in a vanity mirror with her loose locks of white hair in her hand, rolled her eyes. "Why did you even give it to her? You know how your sister gets."

"I didn't give it to her! She took it from me!"

"Because you were being all cute n' crap!" Yang put her thumb and index finger on her chin. She grinned her infamous Xiao Long grin. "It was my duty as a big sister to always check up on what my lil' sis is up to!"

"Invade my privacy, you mean," said Ruby in a grumble as she crossed her arms and brooded. Others might call it 'sulk' or, worse, 'pout', but it was untrue! She brooded! Not pouted!

"Hey, do you think I should do something different with my hair?" Weiss asked offhandedly. "We are approaching Atlas in an hour. It would do me - and you girls as well, I suppose - no good if I were to be recognized upon our arrival."

"Maybe you should cut your hair." Yang snickered, proud of her super amazing joke. Weiss rolled her eyes, obviously because she didn't understand the high arts of comedy.

"Oh, oh!" Ruby waved her hand up in the air. "Maybe you should braid it!"

Weiss blinked. She wanted to retort Ruby's statement, but nodded to herself. Braid her hair, ey? Interesting…

"But, all of the other stuff aside," said Yang as she waved her hand away. "I think the most unrealistic aspect of all was Blake cutting her hair." She laughed. "I mean, can you believe it? Blake, cutting her hair? What a joke! Right, Blakey?"

Yang turned to Blake, expectant.

Blake, who sat on the corner of the room and had been silent this whole time, snapped her book shut with a small "umm…"

"You would never cut your hair, right?"

Blake sweat.

"Right?"

Blake sweat harder.

"Blake?"

And then volume 7 happened.

I'M SORRY BUT I JUST HAD TO MAKE THIS I SERIOUSLY CANNOT BELIEVE IT FUCKIN' HAPPENED JESUS CHRIST BLAKE'S GONNA LOOK SOOOOOO HOOOTTTTT IN VOLUME 7 I CAN FEEL MY CRUSH FORMING ALREADY!