Yang doesn’t know how to flirt okay?
(Seriously, who thought those pants were fine? In a tundra even. What the fuck.)
Yang: so jaune do you have any turn ons?
Jaune: thighs
Yang: really?
Jaune: yeah
Jaune:...Yang, we’re in the lunch room.
Yang: Pfff. No. We’re in the library alone. *Looks around, seeing both their teams watching them.*
Weiss: You were dozing off into your breakfast, woke up, and kissed Arc.
Ruby: *Fidgeting* For like... A while...
Blake: *Recording with her scroll*
Nora: *Visibly pleased*
Pyrrha: *Visibly pissed*
Ren: *Asleep on Nora’s shoulder*
Yang:...Fuck.
Yang: (kisses jaune)
Jaune:...
Yang:...no one will ever believe you