Yang stumbled into the room, slamming the door and then laughing about it- freezing only to shush herself. Grin as wideset as her face would allow, she tiptoed over to Weiss' bed and slid underneath the covers, snickering to herself.
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Weiss narrowed her eyes as Yang entered. There was no real need to be quiet, everyone had been awake for hours. Before she knew it, the blonde had infiltrated her bed! Oh no, no no. Weiss scooted away from Yang, smelling something awful on her clothes and breath, ”Yaaang..?” She almost didn’t want to know, “What do you think you’re doing? Your bed is over there,”
Yang froze, ceasing her wiggling. Weiss was awake? Oh no. Her mission was already a failure. Plan B.
"Yes, but my bed doesn't have a cute girl in it. 'Less you wanna change that." Yang poked her head out from the covers and winked at the heiress. Whilst what she said was true, Yang also wasn't sure she'd be able to make it up there in the first place.
Under normal circumstances she'd respect Weiss' space, but these were not normal circumstances and Yang was feeling very mischievous. Whether this was because of their closer friendship, or because of the joint she'd smoked was left to interpretation. By whom? Who knew, perhaps her stuffed Ursa knew.
