TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Well this was going to be an interesting day. That strange thugish girl she seemed to only have a connection with because of the similarities between them two had sent a text about being invited to brunch at some place in the Wind District. Odd to be invited out, and to brunch? What the hell was brunch? The only hint was that she was to be there before noon, which seemed like breakfast time but whatever. Whoever this other girl was that was treating the two, she hoped they weren't so annoying as some other classmates. One could hope.
Chloro had no other priorities today, so she made sure to arrive early so she can take in the scene, making plans incase shit goes sideways for whatever reason. Can never be too cautious. She had doubts about the situation that lay ahead of her, but she had to keep up the facade. Yet, whenever she checked the time, it was encroaching ever closer to the time to be meeting, and still no word. A huff came from the otherwise silent faunus as she watched bypassers wonder past, wondering which would have the most filled pockets before she reluctantly pulled out her scroll as she sat her restless form down on a bench opposite the resteraunt, sending a message to Bianca.
"It's meeting time, where even are you two? What do you even have to do to be late?" It sounded rather bitchy, but Chloro didn't know any other way of wording her question either than "Why the hell are you late, what do you even have to do the be late". She knows a bit of social etiquette but outside of that, it was pretty much lackluster.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 24, 2020 4:49:50 GMT -5
I thought nothing of it when I mentioned my brief encounter with Chloro and her particular skillset to Berwyn. It had been idly conversation about how my day had been and the like.
I didn’t expect the giantess to not only be interested in mastering the art of stealth. But also to propose she used the thief girl as some sort of mentor in her endeavors.
In all honesty, I had kept the fact she had been stealing a secret. Not my place to go venting other people’s secrets like they are hot news. So unless some of my or Berwyn’s belongings went missing without a proper explanation. I would keep my mouth shut about it and let Chloro decide when and If she wanted to tell.
...To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure if “Berwyn” and “Stealth” were words that could go in the same sentence. It was not as if she was easy to miss in a crowd. And her personality also didn’t spell “discreet person” to me in the least... But if she felt confident that she could do it, who was I to deny her the chance?
So, intending to recruit Chloro to teach her about sneaky thief stuff, Berwyn had decided it was a good idea to invite her to brunch with us. What the hell was brunch? No idea. I was used to simply eating when I was hungry. Besides that, I knew there were 3 major foods: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So this brunch deal escaped my understanding.
Anyway. Food was food. So I was game. And if this was going to help Berwyn, then I could as well offer some support. And who knows, maybe Chloro was a funny gal on her own right once we met again when she wasn’t busy stealing my scroll.
Anyway. So there I was. Standing on my bed, just behind my roommate. Dressed in a plain black tank top and a checkered skirt. All in all, I took a bath and finished my preparations in about 30 minutes. And to put credit where credit’s due, Berwyn was pretty fast as well... At least, until we put one last detail into consideration...
I had to suppress a sneeze as I had to turn my face away when a stray lock of Berwyn’s hair brushed against my nose. Scrunching my mouth to endure the tickling. I kept going at it, but there was simply no way her hair was staying in place. We had tried everything, from hairnets to ribbons, but to no avail. Her hair seemed to be as unruly as her muscles.
Still, battling with Berwyn’s wild mane of hair gave me plenty of time to touch and play around with her white locks of hair. So no way in hell I was complaining about that. If anything, I was tempted to feint a mistake and undo the whole thing once we were close to taming her mane... Luckily ( or unluckily) for me, we never came even close to finish tidying it up.
-Wait... I think I got it!- I called out in excitement. Managing to tie Berwyn’s hair in a pretty cute hair bun I felt really proud of...! For around the 7 seconds that the thing managed to hold on before collapsing completely.
-...Man. I’m gonna be like, the shittiest wife in the world one day- I exclaimed, exasperated as I let myself fall back into my bed. I never had problems with my hair, but I had no idea how hard it was to care for other people’s head warmers.
-Do you want dreads? I can make dreads!- I offered in a feeble attempt to reach a middle ground. But even Calavero’s gaze upon me seemed to be a disapproving one. Shame, I was sure I could make dreads work on the big B.
-Bah...Forget about it, Berwyn. You look better with loose hair anyway. Besides, we should be going in...- I checked the time on my scroll and had to do a doubletake to make sure my eyes did not deceive me.
-Oh shit...-
We really needed to invest in a wall clock...
.. …
As we speed-walked through the streets of Mistral towards the accorded location, I held out my scroll in one hand, waiting for the inevitable call or text from Chloro. We were pretty late already, and I’m not talking about “fashionably late” or some bullshit, more like “unacceptably late”
Bianca:We are late because...
I thought long and hard about what kind of excuse could work, what kind of justification could, without any measure of doubt, work as a satisfying answer to her question.
Bianca:Stuff happened.
There, perfect. That ought to do it.
Later rather than sooner, we finally arrived at the place. And I waved at the mute woman as I approached her table.
-Sorry! We kinda had to vanquish a formidable foe in our way here, and we lost miserably. But do not freet, we are here already!- I exclaimed as I took a seat and motioned for Berwyn to do the same.
-Chloro, this is my roommate, Berwyn. Berwyn, this is Chloro, she’s a person- I said nonchalantly as I took one of the menus on the table, hoping the faunus took the joke as what it was. The menu itself was a simple, single-paged thing, but functional in its own way. As I skimmed through it, I let the other girls some space to get to know each other better...
Oh shit... I forgot to tell Berwyn that Chloro was mute. Didn’t I?
Huh... Well, no better teacher than experience, I guess...
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Nov 24, 2020 10:12:38 GMT -5
It was never the straightforward plan to ask Chloro to train Berwyn in the art of stealth. The Brunch plan was like an onion. It had layers.
Bianca was in all regards a natural in interacting with people she had just met. At least compared to Berwyn, who was overall only comfortable with people when she had interacted with them for some time. Meeting new people was always incredibly awkward for the big girl. A part of her still thought that most were still out there to bully or belittle her. That was hard to overcome. So, the not so sneaky Berwyn had thought of a very sneaky plan.
She honestly was interested in becoming quieter, but she had always thought about just asking Shadecloak for help. She was a teacher, and this was a school. It made sense. But this was a triple opportunity all things considered. Bianca said that this Chloro had a skill-set that Berwyn wanted to learn from. Taking Bianca with her to meet Chloro would mean that Bianca wouldn’t go in cold turkey into a conversation as she had her roomie by her side to be the smooth talker of the two of them. The added bonus that she could also take Bianca to brunch was just the icing on the cake.
Berwyn loved Brunch. Well, she had a good history and working relation with brunch. Her parents used to take Berwyn and her brother Blane to brunch after church. First the good word followed by a good meal in which you can chat. Sure, there were moments when it was boring and Berwyn said she hated it, but in hindsight it was honestly just so wholesome, and she could appreciate it way more than in the moment. Speaking of which, she should honestly call her mom. Also, her brother to see how her nephew is doing. She should honestly see if she could find time between a semester to go to Argus and see them all. It has been too long. She felt like she was ready for that.
But for now, she had to prepare for friend brunch.
Bianca didn’t exactly seem to know the finer details of the brunch lifestyle, but after dropping the hint that it would involve food, she was quickly becoming an initiate to the Brunch Club!
The friendly giant was wearing a green power suit to channel her inner ultimate mom ego that wanted to be well dressed for brunch. Bianca got the image and dressed nice too, and even went to bath. Berwyn was busy with pre-brunch toothbrushing when the topic of her hair inevitably came up.
It didn’t take long before Berwyn had understood that Bianca liked to play with the wild white mane that was her hairdo. Fair is fair, even children on the street felt the strange fascination to touch it. Berwyn just simply understood that it was if someone saw an incredibly fluffy puppy in front of them. There is just something chemical in a lot of people’s brain that moved them to bring their fingers to her head. At this point, Bianca already had free hair-privileges whenever she wanted to. Well, unless Berwyn had a headache. Otherwise, free access.
But when Bianca volunteered to do Berwyn’s hair into a bun?
“Pull harder, Bia! It will just come loose if you do not pull with all your strength! Do you want me to moan in encouragement?” Berwyn jested moments before Bianca thought she was finished. The bun on the giantess head looked cute, but she was already counting in her head as she could feel the hair fighting the restrictions placed upon it.
The hair made a soft poof-sound before it stood as wild as ever, like a wild mane of defiance. You can put the giant in a suit, but not the hairdo into a bun. It is known. Berwyn never objected to Bianca’s attempts, but she was also quite aware that her roommate seemed to enjoy the process more so than the result. She stood up from the bed and turned towards the mirror to at least style her hair a bit with her hands, comforting Bianca.
“No way, you will never have more difficult hair to deal with than you do now. Besides, you get used to it. When I got older there came a point that my own mom couldn’t braid my hair anymore, so I learned how to do it myself. Till that become nearly impossible. I could place it in a bun, but that takes way more effort than it is worth. I did it when I had that talk with Lynn, remember. Took me like…close to 20 minutes of haircare.”
While the idea of dreadlocks sounded appealing, and the idea of spending a lot of time talking with Bianca did so as well, she had to pass. “Nah, I wouldn’t want to steal your look. Let me rock the wild mane.”
Berwyn shook her head for a moment to perfect the mess to make it appear somewhat decent in the time they had. When she heard Bianca exclaim an ‘oh shit’, Berwyn’s eyes turned large for just a moment.
Fuck. They were late, weren’t they?
Berwyn walked next to Bianca, cursing softly under her breath that this was not good brunch etiquette. You honestly shouldn’t even be fashionably late for brunch, and being this late was honestly just unheard of. Berwyn had half-joked that she should perhaps fall or get a bruise or whatever so that they could say they were late because of that, but Berwyn liked this suit and honestly feigning an injury was kinda scummy.
After they entered the restaurant, Berwyn didn’t need to look around for long will she met their inevitable brunch guest. Berwyn Rhodes was large. Being taller than 2 meters and more muscular than most of the male students, she honestly looked almost comically tall compared to Bianca when she entered. The dopey giantess stood awkwardly for a moment at the end of the table when Bianca had already taken her seat. She introduced herself while still standing. “Hello, I am a per- I am Berwyn! Berwyn Rhodes! I am a student at-…the same school you go to… I will go sit now.”
And she did just that, though most likely not at the most obvious spot.
The table the three girls had taken was against the wall, against which a soft bench was placed. There were also three chairs around the table that would have given Berwyn plenty of places to sit. Instead, she kind of awkwardly took her seat on the bench next to Chloro. The chairs were kind of small and she knew for a fact they would be uncomfortable for her compared to the bench. Instead of verbally explaining this, she just tried to not address it at all and hope that Chloro would either not mind or quietly go to a seat without finding Berwyn rude. She gave an awkward glance around the table before she asked their new brunch mate a question. “So, Chloro…how do you like the school? With the way Bianca spoke about you, it must be somewhat of a change… from… the stuff you needed to do… to become… good at hiding and being silent… stuff.”
Berwyn took a menu of her own and tried to hide her face behind it, reading the first item on it she tried to act as normal as possible.
“Ah, yes… bread… people food. I love bread so much I would steal it out of someone’s mouth…yes. Bread.”
Gods, she was being judgemental right now. Was it because she was in the Good girl ‘Brunch after church and God is my saviour mode’? Was this the true power of brunch?
Bianca’s idea of letting Berwyn talk with Chloro didn’t go as smoothly as the Faunus might have hoped. The girl looked like…you know, someone who didn’t exactly did a lot of legal things when you combine it with the knowledge that her skillset included stealth. It wasn’t brunch attire! Maybe it was very judgemental, but she looked honestly like the kind of people we are warned about to look out for in dark alleys. If someone said that this person stabbed people, Berwyn would have believed it! Something that Bianca also used to be… but… didn’t look like when they first met…and was cute… and didn’t almost stood up for brunch. Large eyes went out towards Bianca in a plea for help.
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Last Edit: Nov 24, 2020 10:15:18 GMT -5 by Berwyn Rhodes
As interesting as the excuse was, Chloro just shrugged at the reply and tucked her phone away as she went inside, keeping her weapons as hidden as she could as she found a table with a wall bench, sitting on said bench and taking out a large sheet of paper from her bag as well as some pencils. Better place than ever to continue her work. Along with the paper, she brought forth her hand crossbow and began sketching it before making annotations in near ineligable writing. She was never taught how to write properly, can you blame her? She started to draft up designs for upgrades, making it a repeater crossbow hopefully, that only required one hand to operate. A desire for engineering and mechanics had cropped up when she fully knew what her semblance could do, so possibly she could break other mechanisms instead of just doors. It was going alright for now, but she needed to keep trying out new things.
She even went to the point of putting an earpod in and listen to some chill music whilst she waited, and as the waitress came over to ask for an order, she looked up, gestured to wait and quickly scribbled on her notepad and showed "Just something to drink, fizzy or alcoholic I don't mind." before her attention was brought back to the crossbow, taking measurements, anotating them and adding thoughts for different modification possibilities. It wasn't long after that the door rang open and the two others that were joining her, or had invited her, for brunch arrived. She made no gesture as Bianca would surely recognise the rat already, so she went to work clearing the table of her crossbow and diagrams. Introductions were made, which Chloro remained silent besides a small smile. Today she was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck in forest green, her moss green mask hung under her chin loosely which kept her mouth free, and black shorts with boots on. Around her arms had bandages wrapped around them. She gave a greeting with a lean forward, dipping her head before sitting back up, gesturing at the seats. Berwyn Rhodes was this... colossal woman. Bloody hell she was gigantic. And she had sat next to her, so Chloro adjusted and gave some space for Berwyn.
Conversation started, and Berwyn made the first topic, which was already off to a bad start. She could tell she was nervous but it seemed someone forgot to inform the giant about one KEY aspect about Chloro. Her eyes looked at Bianca as she scowled lightly before her hand went for her pencil and notepad, writing before tearing off the page and handing it to Berwyn. "Seems Bianca forgot to add a key detail about me, but remembered to bring up other aspects that were less important. I am mute. As for school and where I came from, at least I have a matress that isn't rotting, a frame for it, and a roof over my head, I would say it's going well." Whilst the strange and possible joke was made from Berwyn, it was always good to remember that she didn't have much interaction that involved jokes and things "fun" with people. What Berwyn was saying just confused her, as she tilted her head to the bread comment and wrote a bit more down on the back of the slip she had already given her. "If you're going to steal the bread, do it before they have it in their mouth. Easier to get away with."
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 24, 2020 16:54:07 GMT -5
Berwyn... Berwyn, no...-
I watched in genuine awe as my dear friend Berwyn made a mathematical task of the simple act of sitting down, I knew with her size, things as simple as finding space could become hard, but more than a physical problem, Berwyn seemed to struggle more with the social side of things.
Botched introductions aside. I knew Berwyn wasn’t very good in social situations by her own admission. But I didn’t believe it to be this bad until I was witnessing with my own eyes... And it wasn’t as if I was an expert conversationist and idol of the masses... Yeah... We would need to work on that aspect somewhat if we wanted to become huntresses. Not every problem can be solved by beating it up with a stick, the White Nights Festival had taught me that lesson in spades.
I still gave an incredulous look towards Berwyn when she managed to mention both being silent and stealing things in less than a minute. Accidentally throwing me down the bus without even noticing it. Not a lot of subtlety for a girl who was trying to become more stealthy, but I couldn’t complain since it was basically my fault. As Chloro was quick enough to call out.
The menu suddenly looked way more interesting than it had been a moment before, to the point I simply couldn’t take my eyes away from it. This was the moment where I would distract myself by drinking water or something like that. Sadly I didn’t have anything to drink yet, and going for Chloro’s drink would be crossing the line from slightly rude to downright insulting.
-I didn’t consider it necessary. I’m not a judgemental person after all...- I tried to bullshit my way around the issue before realizing I was pretty much acting like an asshole.
-Ok. Fine. I may or may not have forgotten to tell Berwyn you were mute...- I finally admitted. Looking sheepishly between the two girls who most likely wanted to kick my ass right now.
-...My bad?- I offered with a weak smile, I would need to make it up for them later. To Chloro for obvious reasons, to Berwyn for making her look like a fool.
Nevertheless, I gave an understanding nod when the girl mentioned... Well. Scribbled. About at least having a bed and a roof over her head. It was a sentiment that I shared. Even though it may not seem that way, it made a world of difference. And it was something easily taken for granted.
I had been granted access to that kind of commodities (although, way lesser in both quality and quantity) When I handled myself in and was sent to juvie. But you simply cannot compare Haven’s bed with the harsh and stiff mattresses of a reformation center. At the time, they had been more than welcome, but the difference was like that between heaven and earth.
Although. If I had to pick something to hail as the greatest improvement Haven had made on my quality of life... Even more than the food and comfort. It was probably the freedom. Yes. Even if it came with conditions, that amount of freedom was something I wouldn’t change for anything in the world.
Giving a small glance towards Chloro. I couldn’t help but smile a little. Hoping she came to appreciate how good could the academy be for her. She still needed to survive the missions and stuff, but that wasn’t much different from living in the streets anyway, and the reward was way better.
Still, Berwyn seemed to be in a rough spot. So I didn’t mind taking the wheel of the conversation for now.
-Yeah. Pre-chewed bread doesn’t sound like the most pleasant meal anyway- I joked back. At least I assumed the faunus girl was joking. But a part of me was sadly aware that there was a fair chance she needed to steal a piece of bread after someone had already taken the first bite.
And it wasn’t even an exceptional circumstance. There were lots of street rats in that exact same situation. Even right now, as we speak, there are probably some kids dumpster diving to try and get something that remotely resembles a meal. While we are here having brunch or whatever it is called.
Hell. Even I had to do it more than once before the boss took me in... Looking at Chloro, a part of me was thankful she managed to escape the gang’s radars. They loved taking children with nothing else to lose and sending them to the meatgrinder...
Fuck... This is not the time nor the place for that...
-...Well. Whatever the case, I hope you are adapting well. You doing alright with classes and the like? I remember I had a really bad time at first, now I’m better, but still not top of the class material in any way or sense- As I was talking, an idea came to mind. Turning towards Berwyn for a second, I was reminded of her meeting with professor Morgan on the topic of teaching...
This could be a good opportunity for both of them.
-Speaking of which. Berwyn here is planning to become a teacher eventually. Maybe there’s some common ground to be found there?- I asked, giving Berwyn a good opener to ask the chameleon for mentoring in the art of sneakiness, maybe in exchange for remedial classes or the like.
-By the way. What do you eat at brunch? Should I go for pancakes?-
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Nov 27, 2020 19:24:49 GMT -5
Even thought the girl tried to hide in her menu, the length of silence she got after her comments were odd. It took a moment for her to notice that she was being handed a paper, causing poor Chloro to wait a few awkward seconds before Berwyn noticed that she wanted to read something. Placing the menu down, she took the paper with a confused look on her face before she started to read what was on it.
After she was done, she quietly folded up the explanation, placed it on the table, and looked at Bianca with an 'Oh no you did not just pull that on me' stare. It continued all throughout Bianca's poor attempt at an excuse. When she had indeed acknowledged that it was 'her bad', Berwyn gave a proper response.
She gave Bianca a firm, yet respectful, kick against her shins under the table. Because of the immense size of the girl, her knees hit the underside, causing the nice arrangement of fake flowers on it to almost fall down. Having been in this situation before, Berwyn's hand was already at the ready to catch it before it could topple over. Ending her short burst of out-of-character baddassery, she gave Bianca a slight smile. "Don't even worry about it! I am an adaptable person who is totally not awkward in social situations with strangers and asked you specificity to come because you know this!"
Best to lay out all the cards on the table for her behaviour. If they were sharing a bed, this would be the moment that Berwyn would tell Bianca to lay on the couch.
Not really, because that is stupid and dickish, but like...
A metaphorical couch...in a hypothetical situation. Metahypophorical.
Chloro's next message about bread seemed to make Berwyn think that Chloro was in on the joke. Nobody would be that desperate to actually considering the details of bread from mouth stealing. She couldn't even consider it being taken seriously. Even if people on the street might not eat cake, they at least got bread right? Bread was so very cheap and stuff. Didn't bakeries practically gave away old bread? Yeah, no way it could be anything else than a joke.
She managed to get in a tiny baby joke and jab at Bianca as she questioned Chloro, but she was otherwise letting the two chat. "Well, you are wonderful on top in other situations..." Berwyn spoke with more confidence than she honestly possessed, causing her to walk it back with a blush and another session of looking very hard at all the pricing on the menu. "So I have heard..."
Oh no, that is worse!
"I meant your ability to make high sand-castles....and climb them...to be on top...of...of sandcastles..."
Nailed it?
Berwyn was scouting the short but tasty looking menu when Bianca addressed the teacher topic, causing Berwyn's face popped up from her menu and glared and Bia again for a moment.
Brunch took longer than 5 minutes, Bia! Me becoming a maybe-teacher was one of my 5 stories I know I can tell! I don't want to blow through that one so quickly! I could have saved it to break an awkward silence! I could have asked for the training as a whole other topic, if that was your plan! You do not speedrun conversation topics for a high-score! This isn't an espresso get-together! You don't blow through your good things to tell so quickly! You gotta save them up to get through brunch successfully! Am I the only one with the knowledge to get through an hour plus dinner setting?
Ah fuck, I guess I am, huh?
Fine, I cannot be mad. Berwyn's face softened soon after the comment, and there was even an apologetic gesture of the giantess softly rubbing Bia's foot with her own under the table as a sign of good faith. She turned her face towards Chloro and gave a goofy smile as she explained her reason for this brunch ceremony. "Yes, I have been shadowing Miss Morgan. I want to eventually become a teacher for a combat school. It is why I want to learn a lot of different skills, so...that is why I want to learn the basics about say... stealth. Being...subtle isn't my strong suit...so...I want to work on one of my worst skill."
Maybe she also wanted to be able to give people silent hugs from behind before them noticing her, but that was secondary.
Berwyn looked sheepishly into the distance as she folded her hands together on the table.
"Though I will have to find someone who is good and keeping quiet..."
She blinked a few times. "And is an expert at not making a sound..."
Her eyes darted obviously towards Chloro.
"...and would not be above being bribed by having a good time with two galls, a stack of pancakes, and all of the jokes I can throw at her..."
She coughed slightly.
"I am talking about you, Chloro, if you would have me."
Yuh, duh...
Berwyn had tried to answer Bianca's question as simply as possible by just ordering the family platter of pancakes. When the waiter, who honestly should invest into anti-pimple salve, arrived soon Berwyn would order this exact dish in a polite manner. She herself also had a cup of coffee. Unless Chloro had made known what she wanted from the waiter, Berwyn would not have had the foresight that it was difficult for a mute girl to maybe get the attention from someone in the service industry. She hadn't yet mentally fully processed that someone was mute and all of the difficulties that this might bring... because someone forgot to tell!
Eyes glanced between the two girls, with Bianca acknowledging her "mistake" about informing her friend about the condition Chloro is in. She was still unsure how you could mess up that badly but it was whatever, still didn't stop the mute from facepalming and sighly silently. She kept her pencil on the pad, ready to write out swift and quick replies at a moments notice. Although to be fair, she was beginning to learn a few things. Berwyn for one, seemed to be quite awkward in social situations. That Chloro didn't mind, as she wasn't much of a socialite herself so she found comfort in that, somehow.
The top of class comment and the quip from Berwyn made her head tilt rather noticeably. Sex jokes was not something she got, so she had to get clarification. "What do you mean wonderful on top? No offense but I'm sure if Bianca sat on me, my body with snap like a twig. Same with you Berwyn. I'm not exactly built like you two." But she was quick to move on as the conversation continued. It seemed that Berwyn was becoming a teacher? That's pretty admirable she had to admit. Helping the younger generation and all, surpassing teachers and delivering her own spin on the lessons. And she wanted to learn to be stealthy as well as wanting Chloro to teach her? That's a tall order.
A, Chloro has never taught anything, she's always been out for number 1. B, teaching whilst mute seemed like a recipe for horrific disaster. C, They had only just met. Chloro gave a puzzled look before nibbling on the end of her pencil, thinking. She couldn't just teach for free, it wasn't fair as she had her own things to do... and.. learn. Hmm. Her hand went to work writing.
"Alright, I'll teach you stealth. But on one condition, I need some favours in return. Number 1, Bianca I'll need you to pre-record a script from my tape recorder. Teaching is a vocal thing and I am the worst at vocals. Gosh I wonder fucking why too. Number 2..." This part had been crossed out maybe five times before being finalised. "I've missed the majority of my life and childhood, I wanna know about basic things like... I don't know, attractions I guess? Flirting is it? I have no clue, but stuff like that. I might be 18, and I might be mature when it comes to alot of things but I'm horrifically naive in other areas. Number 3, I have no money, can you pay for this?"
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 29, 2020 17:32:26 GMT -5
On the edge of my vision, I could catch a glimpse of Berwyn staring at me as if I was some kind of zoo exhibition. Or an alien came from another world, still not used to the planet's social conventions... In other words, she was probably flabbergasted and rightfully pissed was about me.
I stoically endured the kick on my shins, aura protected me, but I still put up a face of discomfort to please Berwyn. And I thought things would be left at that until she made a pretty painful commentary about it... And damn, now I was feeling bad about it.
At this, I would look at her in the eye and nod solemnly, letting her know I was fully aware of how much I had fucked up on this one. If she let me, I would try to reach for her hand under the table, trying to both offer comfort and deepen my apology... I did, nonetheless. Gave a smug smile when she made her small joke. Probably looking more proud than what It was acceptable. Almost radiating self-congratulation from my pores. This behavior turned into a full-blown smile when she tried to fix it.
-Want me to call you sandcastle now? It’s a little weird, but I can adapt- I joked back. Putting on a completely serious face as I asked my question, sustaining it for a second longer than necessary before winking at her and going back to the topic of teaching. Completely uncaring to what Chloro may think about it...
Then, she got mad at me again. And this time. I had absolutely no clue as to the reason why... Bah, women. Who can understand them?
Tilting my head to a side and arching an eyebrow, I looked at Berwyn with a “what did I do know” look before dropping the issue and going back to my menu.
I was a little startled when her foot reached for mine under the table, but my surprised expression soon turned into a goofy smile. As I was more than happy to return her gesture in kind, with my feet probably getting a little more playful than necessary...
Anyway. I still listened quietly as my roommate explained herself to the mute girl. I considered interrupting a few times, but that was mostly so I could throw nasty jokes that would do nothing to further the conversation. So, in the end, I kept quiet and let the giantess talk. This was important for her, after all. Even if she was still a little awkward about it.
Luckily, Chloro didn’t seem to mind at all. So it was a relief to know she wouldn’t take this personally... Wait... Did she just call me fat?
-Did you just call me fat?- I asked, an amused smile creeping onto my face. Either she was way frailer than what she looked (in which case, I doubted she could have passed the initiation). Or she was grossly underestimating how much a small woman like me could weight.
-Damn, girl. Going straight for the neck with that one- I laughed it off before ordering myself a cup of chocolate. Easily getting back to more serious topics.
-Don’t worry about number one. Consider it already done- I said, it should be an easy task, and a more than apt for petty revenge in my part for her almost stealing my scroll in our first meeting.
In regards to her second point, this took me by surprise. And I sent a quick, incredulous look towards Berwyn before turning back to Chloro. I was meaning to tell her she certainly didn’t pick up the most well-adjusted people in the world when it came to social interaction, but I considered that this could hurt Berwyn somehow, so once again I shut up. Nodding my agreement.
-I’ll pay...- I finally responded to her third petition. Cringing internally as a brunch for three persons would probably be quite a hit to my meager income, but it was worth it. I considered it a way of apologizing to both of them for forgetting to mention the fact that one of them was mute...
Back to topic.
-So you want us to tell you how to... Flirt? And other stuff? Sure... I guess... Why do you wanna know how to flirt tho? Just curious- I asked, genuinely interested about what had pushed her to make the question.
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Dec 4, 2020 11:41:38 GMT -5
Despite feeling thoroughly embarrassed by her actions, Berwyn wasn't actually that mad she wouldn't let Bianca's hand go without some attention. She softly squeezed the Faunus hand all throughout her failed flirting joke that she ruined by making it about sand castles. Honestly, she shouldn't make such jokes to go full force with them, this was just embarrassing. "I...uhm...just call me however you like..." There wasn't much of a clever retort, and she squeezed Bianca's hand some more. Her face was truly crimson now, not helped by Chloro.
It is hard to get if someone was being sarcastic in writing.
Either she fully understood what was going on, or we were corrupting her through being in contact with us. Like two horny wine moms who went to book club and had weird but cute romantic tension. And maybe banged. Honestly, this metaphor was way less interesting than Bianca being called fat by a mute kid at brunch.
She had to put effort into writing that one down.
"You are looking great, Bia." Berwyn said as a genuine supportive comment, having no idea if the Faunus was that concerned with her looks. Not that Berwyn thought she was, but there was always a chance someone would take it serious.
She also didn't even comment on being called heavy herself. Facts and all that. Berwyn was still a bombshell.
Chloro had a list of demands for teaching. The first one was not something Berwyn could control, but Bianca already covered it. That caused the Faunus to receive some extra attention under the table as they were now full blown hand-holding in public.
Reading the second term, Berwyn gave a firm nod as she took the lead on that one. "Don't feel ashamed for that. Everybody goes about things at their own pace. We will help you. We will get you to melt hearts in no time." Berwyn gave a single blink before she rephrased that. "That is a figure of speech. Don't go burning hearts when you try to impress a guy or gal."
Berwyn added to Bianca's 'I'll pay' without skipping a beat: "We will pay." Followed by an under the table squeeze to get it across that she wasn't going to be persuaded otherwise. This wasn't going to be a, Bianca needs to solve all the problems kind of Brunch. They were a roommate couple, and that meant that they were going to share some burdens. Brunch burdens. Brurdens...
As there drinks and food were being ordered, the Giantess notices that through out everything, Chloro hadn't ordered a drink. As the waiter was walking away from the table, Berwyn seemingly quickly conquered her social anxiety by raising her voice just slightly. "Hey, waiter! We still need a drink here. Come back." Berwyn leaned in towards Chloro on the couch, channeling full mom mode by having created a little scene to get their child their juice box. "Just write down what you want to drink. I can tell it to him if it goes easier that way."
After hopefully getting the drink order without any more hijinks, Berwyn went ahead and began their second term of the deal a bit already. Bianca had already ruined one brunch topic, so she needed it covered with something else. Returning to a normal table volume with her voice, the giantess cut straight to it. She was way more comfortable with the thought that she was going to teach Chloro, than actually having brunch. "So, what kind of stuff are you most interested in learning from us? Actually flirting, or other stuff that comes after that? Birds and bees from Bianca and Berwyn?"
The strange joke about climbing sandcastles didn't really catch on with her, she just stared at them blankly when they made the sexual jokes and jabs at each other, whilst Chloro tried to wrack her brain around the idea. Sandcastles are too sandy to really climb on, so how would they do it? Even after they asked her if she called them fat, it not much really clicked until a full minute later. You could literally hear the cogs turn and click as she caught on and began to turn a shade of red, realising her mistake and hurrily writing. "Oh god no, I didn't mean to say that, you're not fat, I'm just really underweight." She let her head hit the table and sigh before lifting again as the waiter came with her order she asked before the girls came.
The waiter set a tall glass with what seemed to be green liquid in and shifted it to Chloro. She did ask to be surprised on the drink. "A cocktail at 11am for you." He would give a light smile before shifting off. Chloro took a sip and nodded a little before setting it aside. It tasted really good, and it soothed the pain a little from her throat. "I drink spirits as it numbs my wound, and drinking rubbing alcohol can kill you." Which she chose this time to move onto the demands she made prior. They seemed up for it, but were interested in the situation as to why she asked said thing. Her hands began to write down on her notepad a relatively long message. "It's been 8 years since I could be a little girl. Now I don't have to worry so much about how I can survive to the next day, I've been thinking about all the things I've missed because of circumstances. Depressing to think about it, but for most of my memories, I've been on my own in the streets. I want to change that and try and do stuff for myself for once, even if it takes me till I'm 30 to do something you two have done now sort of thing. Am I making sense? Like, Berwyn you've just said about learning the birds and the bees, and I don't understand that. I thought they were insects and animals?"
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Dec 8, 2020 22:48:59 GMT -5
-Sure thing, miss “however you like”- I called back with the toothiest, smuggest shit-eating grin I could muster.
Poor Berwyn, she should know already that one should not give Bianca Sabbato any ammunition to make stupid jokes. So this one was entirely on her.
She redeemed herself, nonetheless, when she came to my verbal rescue like a knight in shining armor. Or in an entirely well-fitting green suit, in this case.
I wasn’t offended by Chloro’s little slip in any way. (one could say I encouraged that assumption by calling it out) But it still was nice to see Berwyn so readily come to my defense, even when it wasn’t necessary.
Yeah. That deserved a little reward for my heroine of the day.
-Aww. Thanks. B. I would say the same, but you always look great- I said tenderly, leaning to her side and planting a small peck on her cheek before going back to my seat. A girl exiting the café gave us a brief but weird look before resuming her path. But I shrugged it off. She was probably just jealous, anyway.
-And don’t you worry. Chloro. I’m just messing with you- I told the smaller girl with a wink and a gesture of my hands to reassure her it was cool. It was honestly kinda cute. Looking at her getting so worked up for something so silly.
Anyway. After a small interlude of momma Berwyn being her usual adorable self (And reminding me in no uncertain terms I was not paying for all of this alone). Food and drinks arrived eventually.
And even though it was a little strange to began drinking so early. I wouldn’t judge Chloro’s life choices like that. If she could handle it, it was on her. Nevertheless, I could only raise an eyebrow at her later commentary of alcohol helping numb the pain of her scar.
A part of me thought she was referring to emotional injuries at first. But then I remembered she had a big wound on her neck. So I let it pass. It was equally sad. But there was nothing we could do about that.
I almost choked on my chocolate when I heard Berwyn utter the phrase ”bees and birds with capital and lowercase B”
Regaining a little composure. I shot Berwyn a bewildered look. Unsure if it was one of her usual misuses of the language or if she had legit, literally invited Chloro to do that with us...
I mean. I wouldn’t be against it, but that was moving a little too fast, even for me. So I figured out it was probably just my imagination reading too much into it.
After receiving Chloro’s last message, I shared a look with my roommate and contemplated an answer for a few moments. But before that. Now it was my time to write something. I took the almost used up piece of paper and tore the page out, writing a little message before passing it out to Berwyn without letting Chloro read what was on it.
I wanna adopt her...
She was so fucking precious. And sad, really sad, but precious nonetheless.
Anyway. Birds and bees? That was an easy one.
-Birds and bees is a family-friendly way to say sex. Basically- I let Chloro know. So to make things clear. Berwyn had asked her if she wanted to learn purely about flirting. Or about things like romance, sex, and relationships as well. I was sure we were all on the same page up to that point.
-You’ll see. Sometimes the birds and the bees will fuck with each other. But that doesn’t mean that birds cannot fuck with birds and the other way around. So whoever you chose to love is up to you. There are no wrong answers... It’s a pretty sweet metaphor if you ask me-
I said, at the time completely unaware of the weirded-out looks I had started receiving from a nearby table.
But whatever. That was the reason why we spoke about birds and bees, after all. Wich was a little weird since I had never seen a bee and a bird getting down and dirty. But maybe it was like a fable or figure of speech. At least that was what I had been told the phrase meant. And as shitty as she was. I didn’t see a reason for Russet to lie to me about that... Right?
And with that. I took out a nice stack of pancakes from the pile and started very slowly and deliberately enjoying my food whit a smile on my face. I even went as far as to dip a chunk of pancake on the chocolate to spoon it out later. Some people would have considered it improper for a grown woman to do something so childish in a public restaurant.
But those people didn’t live their lives knowing the next day could be their last. Nor having so little quality food in the past that they had to enjoy every meal to its fullest. So I was out of fucks to give in regards to that matter. If they didn’t like it, they could turn their heads and look at the other side.
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Dec 9, 2020 18:04:01 GMT -5
Berwyn blushed at the peck on her cheek, honestly too flustered to respond to anything else before she was snapped out of the sensation by Chloro getting a cocktail of all drink.
Berwyn was honestly maybe a bit too judgemental at first when she saw that Chloro had not only ordered before, but that she had ordered a cocktail. She gave the look. The kind of look of disproval that didn't needed to verbally spell out that mommy wasn't happy. Perhaps not best to use against a street orphan, but that is besides the point. You shouldn't drink during Brunch. It was 11 am, you are not even 21, and you are drinking a cocktail? Which waiter approved for that or asked for her I.D. That wasn't legal! You are way too young to be an Aunt to start drinking before noon at family gatherings!
...
Fuck...Berwyn was an aunt now...
...
Could she begin to drink at brunch now? Was that a legit option she could pursue in her life with only mild disappointment from her mother, but accepting of the fact that this was something that Aunts did in their natural environment?
Something to think about.
When the giantess got the explanation as to why Chloro was drinking that cocktail, she immediately turned off her judgemental mom look. Alright, that was a good explanation as to why she was drinking and as to why she was mute. And now she felt kinda bad about giving her the stare. Berwyn decided that there was only one proper way to proceed forward. She raised her hand towards the nearest waiter. "Waiter! Get us two also a cocktail like she is having. 11 am boozing is how we roll!" Chloro wasn't going to be the only one getting weird stares because she ordered a drink she needed to stay comfortable. They were all going to get that look.
Giving a look towards Bianca, she provided two additions to that order to get the record straight. People were already staring at the three of them, and she wanted to make sure that Berwyn wasn't going full delinquent. "I will pay for yours, don't worry. Also, don't worry about me. I am not going to go drunk and hug a cow or something. I honestly wouldn't even feel one cocktail."
Seeming to have accepted the roll of wine-mom, she looked at the paper Chloro presented to the other girls. She shared a look with Bianca, and while there was honestly a lot of sympathy for the story...it didn't touch Berwyn as much as it did Bianca.
Most likely because she couldn't connect with it. She hadn't been living on the street, and didn't shared that kind of experience Chloro and Bianca did. Regardless, she wasn't going to not offer the same help she was planning on doing anyway. A teacher gotta teach.
Berwyn responded verbally to Bianca question if they could adopt Chloro, and not really wanting to appear like they were talking behind Chloro's... paper, she said her response out loud. "Let's stick with teaching for now. Also, you know I maybe want a dog."
Bianca seemed to take point with explaining what Berwyn meant in way much details as was brunch appropriate. Berwyn didn't wanted to be blacklisted from this place, but she also couldn't blame Bianca for being upfront with a person who seemed to start at level 1. Metaphors would fly over Chloro's head. So, all that Berwyn said in response to Bianca's sextalk was a simple plea for a bit of modesty. "Inside voice, Bia. There are children in this dinner." Berwyn gave an apologetic look towards the other table, before turning around again to face her Brunchmates. "Still, what she said was correct. The 'birds and the bees' is a cute way to talk about sex. Bees go into flowers, and collect pollen. Bees are the males in this metaphor, and pollen is..." Berwyn made sure she spoke with a proper inside voice. "Pollen is their sperm." She honestly seemed only slightly embarrassed when she said this, as it was for the sake of teaching. "Now, when bees go around they might like a bird, which is a female. The bee may spread his pollen all inside of the bird during sex, and afterwards the bird lays an egg, which stands for pregnancy." Berwyn blinked for a moment, letting out a sigh as she now honestly thought about how horrible the 'birds and the bees' is.
"I now discovered by speaking it out loud that the metaphor of the birds and the bees is horrible from an educational, biological, and moral standpoint. Having no better alternative, I will still continue with using it." The old 'teacher knows that the material is bullshit, but hasn't prepared an adequate alternative. Classic. "Sometimes Bees like to pollinate other bees, spreading pollen all over each other. Sometimes birds like to be in a nest with another lady bird, and be fine with that without having an egg for themselves in that moment."
Berwyn planted a kiss on Bianca's cheek in return for the one she received earlier, though she leaned slightly over the table. She was tall enough for that. She continued. "Some bees like to spread their pollen on both bees, birds, or whatever comes in between. Some people say that they are neither a bird or a bee, and that there are some people in between. My pastor always said that those people will burn for all eternity, as all creation began with one man, and one woman. While I personally believe that these people are not beyond salvation, and may indeed end up in Heaven, do note that there is something wrong with thinking you are not a woman. You are pretty, and you should be proud of that."
It was bound to happen that the religious girl would one day share a particularly troublesome aspect of their religion. And this was Berwyn's bombshell for both Bianca and Chloro. While her church was not against same-sex relationships, nor even Faunus and humans laying together, they were very much against anything and anyone thinking they were not either a male or female. Before now, this honestly never came up as far as Berwyn knew, nobody in their direct sphere of influence suffered this flaw. Some people started to say that Opal was a girl, which was something that Berwyn wanted to set straight right away.
Seeming to think that nothing was stranger with anything she said, Berwyn even smiled as the cocktails were now being delivered. The Giantess raised her glass to the others, and if nobody had slapped her yet at this point, would have proposed a toast to brunch.
Just what the hell was this brunch? Whilst this talk was very much appreciative and helpful, it reveled alot more to herself than she realised. It was very weird but it seemed this birds and bees talk was sex, and before Chloro could stop them at the fact that yes, she knew what sex was, Berwyn went on a massive tangent about same sex relationships as well as opposite sex relationships as well as giving some insightful knowledge about her views on other things. Whilst this didn't offend Chloro because in all honesty, she really did not give a fuck, it was interesting to hear. The beautiful comment made Chloro roll her eyes and shake her head, as she already knew she was beyond what beautiful is, she was pretty ratty and raggedy. She looked to Bianca and nodded in agreement however, Brunch was nice.
The family on the table next to them had been giving them looks for a while now and this was the first time Chloro caught it fully. Her eyes narrowed to the mother of the table, locking and she would give a swift slip of her middle finger. She didn't care, she was here to enjoy herself and in all honesty, where else would she ask and learn about this? She was constantly moving and never rested, so this was one time you could catch her to talk. She turned back to her friends and began writing again, pausing occasionally to think about words that wouldn't cause them offense. "I get it now, okay. So with determining someone I like the look of, what signs am I after? I assume it would be some strange feelings or something, ones I'm not used to. And no offense, you two are too tall to do anything for me." She would tear the slip off and slide it to the couple, before continuing on another sheet, looking around their table for a moment before looking back to the two.
"This might be a big change of topic, but I feel somewhat comfortable around you two to show you. Want to see the problem I have with my voicebox?" She did give a slight smile when she wrote this and then turned it to be read by the two girls. She was nervous about showing her most vicious wound, but it was somehting she should do with those she was reasonably friends with, so they could fully understand what state she was in.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Dec 12, 2020 7:46:54 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow at Berwyn’s sudden outburst of alcoholism. I was reminded of that... Shitty day at the white nights festival. Where a drunk Berwyn had made a fool of herself in the middle of the day...
Luckily, she quickly eased my fears when she mentioned a single cocktail was not nearly enough to get her drunk. So I simply shrugged at her non-verbal question and accepted the drink with a court nod.
-Is that so? We need to go out drinking one of these days... Just, not very often...- I needed to start training harder, after all. If I wanted to catch up with the threats that loomed over the city...
If I wanted to be strong enough to prevent my friends from dying on me again. Then I needed to become as strong as a professional huntsman, as fast as I could.
Anyway. There would be time for that later, for now. It was brunch time... I mean... I think it was brunch time... Right? I wasn’t sure what hour was brunch supposed to be taken. But I trusted Berwyn’s judgment.
Anyway. I passively listened to Berwyn talk as I left the cocktail resting on the side for later. I still had my chocolate in hand, after all.
In regards to the dog. I wasn’t sure I was ready for the commitment yet... But we could still buy a collar for now, and I was sure we would find it some good alternative use until we both were ready for a pet...
Smiling to myself. I decided to let that little joke for another moment, simply grumbling like an old wife when dear Berwyn corrected me for my language.
Her explanation about the birds and the bees was... It was something alright. Awfully detailed and graphic to an unnecessary level.
Especially the part about the bees “spreading pollen all over each other” that honestly made me let out a juvenile giggle at the mental image of bees with pleasured faces just going wild with pollen.
The part of the birds was, to be honest, much more wholesome, and managed to bring a smile to my face. A smile that grew even further when the giantess decided to return the favor of giving me a little kiss on the cheek.
And after resisting the temptation to make an “I’ll go buy some cigarettes” joke. I was sure the rest of the dinner would go on without a hitch...
But. Alas. Sometimes fate just seems fixated on fucking up your happy moments.
It was so sudden I didn’t even register it at first. My smile lingering on my face a little longer than it should have. But slowly diluting into nothingness as I turned to look at my roommate.
-...Berwyn...?- I asked, a patent expression of surprise overcoming my every faction. Letting out of her hand and immediately throwing her a more than puzzled look.
-No, fuck that. Chloro can be whatever she wants- I shamelessly called out once I had the bearings to do so. Not caring in the slightest who was the one delivering the message. Ideas could differ, but there were some things I could not let slip, least of all when she was supposed to be teaching to a girl with a less than acceptable grasp of social conventions.
-Don’t listen to that, Chloro. It is bullshit- I said, turning towards the other faunus. The faunus whose existence wouldn’t be possible if everything started with one man and one woman unless one of them decided to get funky with some animals in the meantime.
But even if she chose to believe that. I couldn’t give less of a fuck. It was her faith, and I couldn't mess with that. But telling a person how he or she should perceive themselves is... Is plainly wrong.
And it was things like that that took us to the great war in the first place. People trying to tell others what to feel and how to express themselves.
-I chose to believe that is people who do bad things are meant to be punished. Murderers, rapists, and those who don’t see their fellow as a person- I said. Uncaring if I hurt Berwyn’s feelings. This was my opinion, and I was sticking with it.
Hell. I even knew some mothers who whored themselves out to pay for their sons and daughters' treatments. I knew some who didn’t have the money and had to do with makeup and wigs.
Some of them were among the best people I knew. Some others were assholes. Like anyone else, but there was nothing inherently bad about them. And I wouldn’t let Berwyn go teaching that kind of stuff to Chloro.
Speaking of which, the mute girl luckily came to save the day from what would have otherwise been an awfully uncomfortable minute of silence.
-Tall?- I asked in sudden confusion. I was barely a couple centimeters taller than her, but that was beyond the point.
-Oh... I take it you like people smaller than yourself then? That’s a good thing. It means you can take what you like about people smaller than you and apply it to other things to see if you are attracted to them...-
I took advantage of the new topic to try and leave the other... More unsavory things, behind. There would be time to talk about it later, but we were here for Chloro. Not to discuss theology.
-...Why do you like small people? Or why do you dislike the taller ones? If you see someone thin, or fat, it makes you feel more like you feel when you see someone tall or small? If you see a man and a woman, it does make any difference? Or do you identify one of them with the feelings the tall or small people make you feel?-
I left the idea in the air for her to make her own conclusions. It was honestly a pretty good starting point. Taking something she already had a liking to and extrapolating her feelings.
-I think you get what I mean. Besides that, there is the obvious physical stuff. Like running out of breath, biting your lips, your pupils dilating, feeling fidgety, or like you have something weird in your stomach... All of these are discreet signs that aim towards the most telling factor. The one that is like a compulsion, If you like someone, you will actively “want”-
I knew I was being vague as all hell. So I quickly raised my hand and started counting with the fingers. Enumerating different things encompassed in “wanting”. This was still a very diffuse Idea I had on my head and nothing more, but it would suffice for now.
-Want to be with them, look at them, do stuff with them, talk to them, kiss and touch them. And to do other perfectly healthy and natural bodily things related to them... And not in the same way you would want to do it with a friend-
I explained the best I could. But it was honestly hard. Teaching behavioral things or new skills was an easy task, but teaching someone how to identify her own feelings was something way beyond my abilities...
I should probably set her up with a date with Morgan. She was probably best suited for something like this...
Anyway. Eating another pancake from the pile. I leaned over the table to read her new message.
-I mean... If you want. If you are comfortable doing it here. Then sure, go ahead. Girl- I replied. It was a weird change of topic. But not an unwelcomed one. It was kinda nice to see that Chloro trusted us enough to show us something like that...
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Dec 21, 2020 17:03:04 GMT -5
Hopefully Bianca would understand that this little early cocktail party was not meant because Berwyn liked to booze it up with the girls. This was for Chloro. Nah, it was more so for that judgmental waiter and all the other eyes that turned towards us when Chloro ordered what she did. Sure, Berwyn might have been one of those judgemental people literally a few seconds ago. But right now? She was on team Chloro! There were other brunch places, right? Not that Berwyn knew, but the sanctity of brunch was already out of the window anyway.
The idea of drinking with Bianca was nice, so Berwyn raised her pancake fork to that idea. "Sounds great! I always wanted to go drinking with friends. And now that I think I got them, all the better!" Kinda sad, but also kinda true.
Berwyn was quite happy with how much enjoyment Bianca got out of her telling and realizations about the bird and the bees. In hindsight now it was an awful story for children and it would just be a lot more clear if you used actual humans in the explanation. It would make things both more informative and scientifically accurate. Was it really that more awkward to talk about actual sex than coating it in an imaginative metaphor? Hopefully not.
Bianca's reaction to Berwyn's strongly held believes made the giantess... less than happy. In fact, it made her kind of upset.
It wasn't that Bianca didn't agree with Berwyn that was the problem.
It wasn't that Bianca told Chloro that she could be whatever she wanted.
It was that she seemed to outright disregard Berwyn's views as 'bullshit', while giving Chloro conflicting messages within two sentences. Berwyn frowned at Bianca, before she took a sip of coffee. Her body language tensed and wasn't as amicable anymore. Commenting when Bianca was done with more than a little bit of salt in her voice.
"So you are telling Chloro to be whoever she wants to be, think freely, while immediately shutting out one point of view that you find 'bullshit', merely because you do not believe in it? Without giving her a voice? I am merely telling her of my truly held believes." Berwyn spoke, seeming to be more upset about this than she wanted to portray in a family restaurant. The grip on her coffee cup could almost shatter it.
"Let's just... drop the issue for now."
...for now.
When Chloro gave a nearby couple the finger, Berwyn gave the mute a 'disappointed mom' look, but otherwise didn't comment. She was already convinced they would be blacklisted, and she had already lowered the bar that she would only intervene if Bianca or Chloro were going to commit some crimes.
Chloro followed this up with an outright statement that Berwyn was too tall for Chloro. She gave Bianca a look before she added: "Well, story of my life. I think that 9/10 people would find me too tall, so I am not that upset."
Berwyn could understand the desire to date someone taller than herself, but as that was most likely not going to happen any time soon, she had long took peace with the idea that if she ever wanted to date she would need to settle with someone smaller.
Bianca afterwards said honestly nothing that Berwyn could have said better herself, so she merely gave the occasional nod and approval pancake fork twirl. When roomie got it right, Berwyn didn't needed to interrupt her. As she spoke, the giant tried to do a little bit of investigative foot rubbing towards Bianca to check if she was still mad or not about what Berwyn said.
Berwyn was still upset, but she didn't wanted Bianca to be upset, if that makes sense.
When Chloro brought up that she wanted to show her scar, Berwyn got kind of nervous. "Does it give you pain if you show it? I am somewhat curious, I admit... so... yeah, you can show us." Hopefully Berwyn wouldn't start to barf. She wasn't the best at looking at injuries, but she also didn't wanted to discourage Chloro so she kept sillent about that little detail.
Before Chloro had a chance to show it, more cocktails arrived with the waiter giving a rather judgemental leer at the three ladies. Berwyn quickly took a sip of it to calm her nerves about seeing Chloro's damaged voice box. After the first sip warmth her throat, she remembered that she broke a brunch rule just now. "Uhm... a toast before you show us? A toast means that you say something for which we are drinking. Look at it as drinking with a purpose. If you could be happy about anything, Chloro, what would it be? We will drink for that!" 798 words; 4800 Thread Total