Team WRPP (The Elites Volume One) - #RWBYverseAwards

The Question

"And you're asking me... for help... with women..." Wraith trailed off, staring at his partner confusedly.

"Indeed." Primal responded, the metallic grittiness of his voice making the short phrase echo a couple of times through the empty dorm room.

"You sure something didn't come loose in that circuitry of yours? Don't think I'm the best candidate for girl advise. Even by my embarrassment of standards."

Wraith was distractedly shaving away a long stick that he had picked up outside earlier that day, inspecting the sharp point he had made it come to every so often.

"You are the only one that has sufficient experience to help me with what I wish to do." Primal stated, lowering his head a little, disappointment apparent in his body language.

Wraith looked up at the metal boy from the small wooden pike that he had made. "Trust me buddy, I've been slapped, spat at, and nailed in the babymaker far more times than I can remember from women who I can't even remember the faces of."

Primal tilted his head. "What is a 'babyma-'."

"The point is... I'm as far lost with the opposite gender as you are, Prime." Wraith leaned back and sighed, staring at the ceiling. "That being said, who you tryin' to impress. Might work out better to just wing somethin'."

Primal fidgeted anxiously at that question. He wracked his extensive archives of vocabulary to try and find something to throw Wraith off, but came up with nothing. "Um..." He trailed off.

Wraith got a devious little smirk on his face. "Y'know, I ain't even gonna prod. You do you, pal." The skinny boy got up and started pacing the room. "You gotta be confident. None of that stuttering shit. And don't blabber on about 'statistics show that', et cetera."

Primal looked towards Wraith and began filing away every word he was saying so that he could recount them later.

"Try and be a bit humorous. Not like me, because I annoy myself with how goddamn snarky I am at times. Just... crack a joke here and there occasionally."

"I just wanted to ask her to the dance. Not a date, Wraith."

The lanky boy trailed off. "Say what now? Dude, why didn't you tell me sooner. My god." He flopped back down on his bed, the metal ringing through the room as he knocked his elbows on the bedframe. "Just get some flowers or something. Dress up nice..." Wraith looked up and eyed Primal for a second. "Y'know what? Forget I said anything. Wing it. You're definitely better off."

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Primal had been scrambling around Vale eagerly the entirety of the next day, gathering things and asking around for advise from some of the townspeople he had come to see frequently. Each of them gave him different ideas, but all centered around the same thing. 'Just be yourself'.

In all honesty, Primal wasn't sure that was the best idea. He had no idea how to approach the subject, how to ask, in what way. For the first time in his life, he found himself nervous.

He had bought roses for her, a card stuck to the bouquet with her name written right on it. He stood in front of her dorm room, again fidgeting from foot to foot, his joints creaking softly as he shifted his weight. He rose his hand towards the door, prepared to knock on it, then decided against it. His plan wasn't good enough. Variables, variables. Too many. Too many variables. What if the setting wasn't good? What if the bouquet wasn't good enough.

Primal began to panic, and, coincidentally enough, he heard her to coming to the door to leave just at that very moment.

And he immediately went invisible, quickly placed the flowers at the foot of the door, and blasted down the hall quick enough so that no one would see him.

Ruby left the dorm room, but quickly stopped herself just as she was about to bring her foot down on the numerous flowers that lay right outside the door. She leaned down and picked them up, then saw her name on the card. She immediately turned heel and went back inside.

"Hey Yang! Someone left flowers at our door!"

Yang immediately jumped off her bed and scrambled towards Ruby, grabbing the bouquet and considering it quickly. "Looks like you have a secret admirer." She teased, lightly punching Ruby's shoulder before setting the flowers on the night table.

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Primal was distraught. He walked back into Team WRPP's dorm room and flopped down on the carpeted floor of his area of the room, the loud noise of metal on wood rousing Wraith, who had been snoozing away peacefully. He took one look at Primal before sighing and shaking his head. "I'm not letting you pussy out of this one, Prime."

He quickly tossed on a shirt and exited the dorm room, much to Primal's protests, and walked over to Team RWBY's room. He banged on the door a couple of times, Primal basically grovelling at his feet, as Ruby opened the door. "Hi Wraith." She smiled.

The tall boy peered into the room over her head. "Those flowers. They're from the spineless bucket of bolts called Primal. He wants to know if you'll go to the dance with him."

Ruby's face immediately flushed. "I... um... uh..." She looked into the room at Yang and Blake, her sister giving her a thumbs up and a happy grin while Blake just nodded and returned to her book.

She turned back to Wraith. "Tell him I said okay!" She smiled happily.

Wraith immediately put his hands on Ruby's shoulders. "Red. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. I can finally get some GODDAMN SLEEP. THANK. FUCK."

He yelled, elated as he quickly made his way back to his dorm and fell face-first onto his cot.

Primal looked over at the lanky boy appreciatively. "Thank you, Wraith."

But he had already fallen fast asleep again.

A/N:

Next few parts are gonna be more exciting. Character development and all that. Hooray!

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