Y/N opens his eyes and pulls himself up. He looks around the room to see the girls getting ready for class.
"Mornin', everyone." He grunts out as he stretches his arms.
"GOOD MORNING, Y/N!" "Good morning, handsome.~" "Morning." "Good morning to you, Y/N." They all day respectively.
He gets out of his sleeping bag and throws off his shirt earning varying looks from the girls ranging from confusion to full out lust. But Blake on the other hand, she was just a blushing mess who would sneak a look at him every now and then.
He grabs a black shirt with a red jacket and puts them on, much to the dismay of a certain blonde haired flirt.
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He grabs his belt/holster and slings it around his waist where he then buckles it. He grabs his pistol from a shelf and spins it around in his hand for a couple seconds before holstering it.
"Are you done now?!" Weiss scoffs at him.
Y/N snickers a bit and replies in a very well mannered tone.
"Sorry bout that, Miss Schnee. It's a force of habit."
She looks away with an audible "hmph" and walks out of the room.
"Well, we should probably get going now. C'mon, Y/N!"
Y/N nods and walks out the door.
- outside -
Y/N turns out the door and walks away from the group.
"Um... Y/N? Class is this way!" Yang calls out.
Y/N waves his hand back at her in a dismissive way and shouts back.
"I'm running to the stables real quick! Need to get a hat from my horse!"
Ruby goes wide eyed and Yang notices.
"Oh no..." is all she can say before Ruby dashes over to Y/N.
Blake shakes her head with a small smile.
"She really likes animals, huh?" She asks Yang, who just simply has her head down in an embarrassed manner.
Yang nods her head.
"Yep. Well, we've still got about 20 minutes till class. I guess we can go with them."
Blake nods her head and the pair make their way over to Y/N who is getting barraged by a flurry of questions from the starry-eyed Ruby.
They make it to the stables and Y/N walks over to his horse who is standing up and munching on some hay.
"Morning, boy." He says as he pats his horses neck.
Blake walks up to Y/N and rubs her arm in a nervous manner.
