My PoV
Humming to myself, I began assembling my little project, when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. Glancing at who it is I saw that it was Blake.
"What are you making?" I chuckled, and pressed the trigger pointing the muzzle away from as a stream of fire exited it. "I built a flamethrower." Blake gave me a bewildered look. "Why?"
I chuckled at Blake's bewildered expression, entirely unfazed by her reaction to my little creation. The flamethrower sat innocuously on the workbench before me, a testament to my penchant for pushing the boundaries of what was considered "normal."
"Relax, Blake," I reassured her, my tone light and casual. "It's just a harmless little project. Besides, I have a friend who's going to get a real kick out of this."
Blake shook her head, her amber eyes still regarding me with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Only you, Alex. Only you would think building a flamethrower is a 'harmless' project."
I shrugged, unperturbed by her skepticism. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting." Before Blake could respond, a familiar voice echoed from the hallway, dripping with irritation. "Alexander Orr! Where are you, you insufferable man?"
I couldn't help but wince at the use of my full name. "Speak of the devil," I muttered under my breath, turning to face the irate heiress storming into the room.
Weiss Schnee, in all her pristine glory, stood before us, her icy blue eyes narrowed and her hands planted firmly on her hips. "There you are," She snapped, her gaze zeroing in on me like a heat-seeking missile.
I plastered on my most charming smile, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Weiss, my dear, what seems to be the problem?"
Her glare intensified, and I could practically see the steam billowing from her ears. "Don't play dumb with me, Alex. You know exactly what you did."
Feigning innocence, I held up my hands in a placating gesture. "I'm afraid I don't, actually. Care to enlighten me?"
Weiss let out an exasperated huff, her delicate fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "Your little furball of a cat used my favorite dress as a scratching post! It's ruined!"
Ah, so that's what this was about. I bit back a chuckle, knowing full well that Monster, my mischievous feline companion, had a penchant for causing trouble. "Ah, I see. Well, you know how cats can be, Weiss. They have a mind of their own."
"That's no excuse!" She exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with indignation. "You're going to replace that dress, and I expect you to keep that menace of a pet under control."
I couldn't resist poking the bear just a little bit. "Now, now, Weiss. No need to get your panties in a twist."
Blake shot me a warning look, but it was too late. Weiss's eyes widened in outrage, and I could practically see the steam billowing from her ears.
"You insufferable, insensitive clod!" She seethed, her voice rising in pitch. "This is exactly why I can't stand you sometimes!"
Deciding it was time to back down, I held up my hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, you win. I'll replace the dress, no problem."
Weiss eyed me skeptically, her icy glare unwavering. "You'd better. And if that furry menace causes any more trouble, you'll be paying for more than just dresses."
With a huff of indignation, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving a tense silence in her wake.
I let out a low whistle, turning to Blake with a wry grin. "She's a real firecracker, isn't she?"
