Orphaned Reader X RWBY Volume 2

A Spy?!

Blake stands on a second story deck outside her father's office with Y/N. The broken moon shines over the house. Blake stares at her father's door, beside which hangs an empty birdcage, when Kali speaks, startling her.

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

Kali is carrying a tray with a tea set on it.

Blake: I don't wanna bother him.

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

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

Kali kisses her daughter on the cheek and hands her the tray. Blake accepts it, but is a bit taken aback by being handed it.Y/N looks confused

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.

Kali walks away, her footsteps audible. Y/N smiles and shakes his head

Ghira: (calling out from inside his office) Kali? Is that you, dear?

Blake gives a nervous start of surprise when she hears his voice. The tray shakes in her hands, and she lets out a quiet whine.Y/N places a hand on his sister's shoulder to comfort her

Ghira straightens some paperwork on his desk. The porch door slides open and Blake and Y/N step inside.

Blake: Uh, hey dad.

Ghira: Blake! Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

Blake: I...

Ghira: (standing) Please, come sit.

Father, son and daughter both move to the oversized coffee table and lounge furniture, and Blake sets the tea set at the end where her father sits. Y/N sits on the chair next to them

Ghira: Don't worry, I've got it. Sit down, sit down.

Blake: I don't wanna keep you if you're--

Ghira: (pouring tea) Nonsense, I've been cooped up in here all day.

He puts a cube of sugar in the cup nearest Blake, and two in Y/N's cup

Ghira: You still take sugar, right?

Y/N: Yes. Thanks dad

Blake: Oh, actually, uh-

Ghira: (pulling back nervously) Oh! Sorry!

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

Ghira: Oh, here, take this one.

Blake: (taking her cup) No, really. It's, it's no big deal.

Ghira: You sure?

Blake: Positive.

Ghira: Old habits, I suppose.

Blake takes a sip of her tea and winces with a tiny exclamation of pain. Y/N looks at his sister.

Ghira: Might wanna let it cool.

Blake: (slight pain in her voice) Right.

She sets the cup down on the table Y/N smiles and uses his ice powers to cool his tea down to a drinkable level.