So it is done

Schnee

Weiss opened her eyes slowly, thankful that she finally caught the habit of waking without needing an alarm clock. Waking up so early to such a cacophony would no doubt sour her mood. Stretching out on her bed, she realized that it was not her turn to make breakfast, meaning that she was supposed to still have at least an hour of sleep if not for her brother's laziness. And so, she decided to remind Whitley that today it was his turn to get up early and make breakfast... In the most family-friendly way possible, of course.

Which, in this particular case, meant smacking her small heel into the bed above her, where Whitley was still sleeping peacefully. Not hard enough to cause some actual damage, but enough to cause him to wake up and move sideways to look at her with his early-morning grogginess and stare at Weiss with mute irritation. Weiss smiles cheekily in response, as if to taunt her younger brother to do something about her early wake-up call.

Whitley, however, instead of reacting, having weighed the pros and cons, decided not to. Namely, the fact that Weiss was going to Beacon and Whitley himself was barely in the middle of the pack in his class at Future Hunters Preparatory School, Signal. And that was almost solely due to his academic grades, a physical altercation between them would only end in one, very emasculating way.

Whitley jerked his head irritably, letting Weiss know that he knew he had to get up at this point, but would be as slow as possible, as he descended from his top bunk.

It wasn't the end of the wordless telepathic communication between brother and sister, though. Just as Weiss was getting ready to fall back into slumber, Whitley's prying poke at her side made Weiss flinch and turn sharply to her brother. At which Whitley just grinned evilly and said the first words of the morning between the two siblings.

"Get up, you're going to clean and cut the vegetables... Or I won't tell you where I hid your chocolate stash."

At these words, Weiss frowned momentarily, and then involuntarily glanced at the nightstand beside her, her hiding spot for her stash, causing Whitley to grin sinisterly. Weiss, however, instantly glanced back at him, frowning, "You wouldn't dare..."

"I had to defend myself somehow after you strangely started winning every round of rock-paper-scissors during our decisions about who would cook... And anyway, my dear sister, haven't you been talking about how you just need to lose a few kilos? Under the circumstances, I've done the good deed of saving you from the temptation of chocolate. Aren't I such a good brother?"

Whitley grinned, knowing that he had once again beaten his sister to the punch. Not only that, but cooking was almost entirely his daily task as it is, getting up an hour and a half or two hours before everyone else every day. And so, as people said, 'misery loves company', and if Whitley has to wake up early, so does her sister.

Weiss, however, only let out the growl of a wounded animal before rolling her eyes, sighing before beginning to slowly rise from the bed, deciding to visit his brother's betrayal on another time. "I need to go take a shower."

"And you're not the only one. Don't worry, sis, I won't hog all the hot water!" Whitley shouted back at Weiss. Before he, calmly, deftly dodged a pillow thrown at him as he made his way out of the room. Leaving Weiss alone with the sound of his retreating footsteps and the annoyance that Whitley had managed to get to the bathroom first. Weiss, who was losing the battle with her sleep at the moment, especially worried about the fate of her stash, collapsed irritably back onto her bed.

Whitley would shower quickly, of course, but how much better it would be if her house had another shower room!

Weiss exhaled irritably as she plopped her head down on the pillow, exhaling once more, this time a little less irritated...