Explosive kitten, male reader x Blake (RWBY)

A small talk

Shorter than norm.

Blake POV

I was standing on a balcony outside of dad's office. Mum appears next to me holding a tray of tea.

Kali: "You know, you can always go in and say hi."

Blake: "I don't wanna bother him."

Kali: "A father's never too busy for his daughter."

Blake: "Not all of my friends would agree with you on that."

She kissed me on the cheek and passed me the tray.

Kali: "Here."

Blake: "What? Where are you going?"

Kali: "You've never been very talkative, but that boy you brought home loves to run his mouth. I wanna hear more about the adventures of Team RWBY. Oh and more about this boyfriend of yours."

She walks away back inside.

Blake: "Mom wait."

From inside I heard dad's voice.

Ghira: "Kali? Is that you dear?"

Blake "Uh."

I opened the door and entered the room.

Blake: "Uh hey dad."

Ghira: "Blake! Well, this is a present surprise."

Blake: "I..."

Ghira: "Please come sit."

He got up from his desk and moved over to the table in the room and sat down on one of the couches I went over and put the tray down on the table and took a seat.

Blake: "I don't wanna keep you if you're..."

He started to pour tea for me and him,

Ghira: "Nonsense, I've been cooped up in here all day."

He put some sugar in the cup closest to me.

Ghira: "You still take sugar, right?"

Blake: "Oh actually, uh-"

Ghira: "Oh! Sorry!"

Blake: "No, no no no, it's fine."

Ghira: "Oh, here take this one."

I picked up the cup.

Blake: "No, really. It's, it's no big deal."

Ghira: "You sure?"

Blake: "Positive."

Ghira: "Old habits I suppose."

I took a sip of my tea and reflexively pushed it away from me.

Ghira: "Might wanna let it cool."

Blake: "Right."

I put the cup down on the table.

Ghira: "So... is it... warm... in Vale?"

Blake: "Huh?"

Ghira: "It just... seems like your outfit doesn't cover very much."

I looked down and crossed my arms across my body.

Blake: "It covers plenty."

Ghira: "I mean, a little more armour might help. Don't you think?"

Blake: "I'm fine. I don't need armour. I can look after myself."

Ghira: "I... I know you can. I'm sorry."