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[ cont. ]

[ There is a big cultural barrier here, and one that doesn't look like it's going to be solved any time soon. As confused as Weiss is at him, Jongbae is just as confused in return, raising his eyebrows at her in questioning--is he supposed to be afraid of a little dust? ]

You're going to freeze me? With that?

[ Is she a psycho? ]

[ yes, but that's not the point.

rather than explain, weiss decides she has no time for such shenanigans and instead uncaps the vial. she then proceeds to let a few particles of dust fall over his foot, and within an instant, he'll find shards of ice sprout up from where it landed, like effing DAISIES! ]

[ That’s messed up. This is getting too anime magic for him, and he stares almost transfixed by what she tips onto his foot, then snaps back to looking at her, but it seems like all his annoyance has already melted away.

Goddamn, that stuff is cool. ]

What is that? What's it made of to be able to do that? Oi, gimme a look.

[ that

was not the course she expected this to take. um. ]

—no! [ she jerks back, clutching the vial to her chest protectively. ] It's not for playing with! Now will you change the music back to its original playlist or not?

If it's not for playing with, stop playing with it! I already told you I'm not the one who did that to the music, and I would've been able to unlock the controls to change it back if you weren't so in my face like this!

[ It looks like he's not going to get a good look at what's in that vial without going grabbing at her chest, so he lets his curiousity go, snorting through his nose and ignoring her in favour of his laptop screen.

The lock on the DJ station is so simple even a child could break it. Without having to give it his attention, he's almost already through. ]

Aishh, if I didn't know better I'd think you were still here 'cuz you liked me.

[ weiss is all but ready to snap back, hands already settling on her hips in the typical "oh no you did not" weiss lecture fashion...

but then he makes that little quip, and her entire expression twists into something just a little kinder than disgust. ]

Don't flatter yourself. I'm here strictly for business.

[ she scoffs, straightening to brush past him and attempt to poke at the... dj... thing... computer... herself. ]

[ If anything, at least he safely avoided a good lecturing, which was probably a lot of his intention to begin with. Abruptly change the subject to get out of trouble, and it worked perfectly.

He scoffs at her as she teeters off to play with the DJ controls, and it takes him all of maybe a second or two to break in, changing the song right under her fingertips and slipping out like a ghost. ]

Yaaaahh, what are you doing?

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