Weiss slid the closet open carefully, not trusting Ruby to not just have a bunch of clothes ready to fall out onto some poor, unsuspecting soul. When she wasn’t buried under a pile of sweaty, unwashed laundry, she proceeded inside, surprised at how neat everything was. Well, mostly everything. She decided to ignore the pile of Ruby’s clothes, instead heading towards the white hangars.
Ruby had mentioned that she had a replacement for Weiss’ favorite blouse in here somewhere. An ill-timed prank by Yang had resulted in it being ruined, something Weiss did not appreciate. Yang was still dealing with the consequences.
Weiss methodically rifled through the assortment of outfits meant for her, wondering how exactly Ruby had managed to get the right size shoes and corsets without asking Weiss for her measurements. She finally came upon the blouses between the T-shirts and the start of the dresses.
The variety of blouses alone was surprising. Some of them were definitely duplicates of her own supply, while others were obviously based on her usual styles but definitely not ones she’d ever worn. She pulled a very interesting pink one of the hangar and shook it out, admiring how well it went with her current ensemble.
Sighing in resignation, she put it back. She wasn’t entirely sure why Ruby had all these clothes, but there had to be a reason for it, and Weiss Schnee wasn’t about to steal from her leader. Instead she found the blouse she was looking for and shook it out, checking it over. The pattern was right, and the material was the same, but something seemed a bit odd about the stitching. Frowning, Weiss examined it more closely, wondering why it seemed so familiar. Her eyes widened when the realization hit her.
It was the same tight stitch Ruby used for patching holes in her combat outfits.
Weiss spun and pulled the pink blouse back out, checking it’s stitching and finding it the same. She moved on to a dress, gossamer and lace, already knowing what she’d find. She barely registered the fact that it was her size, with a high collar and open back, in a pale blue almost like her eyes. Sure enough, the stitching was the same. Ruby had made it. Weiss looked at the closet full of clothes, then back at the dress in her hands.
“…Ruby has way too much free time. I should really do something about that,” she muttered to herself thoughtfully as she put the dress back, noting that it would be perfectly accessorized by the shoes beneath it.
Gathering her replacement blouse up, Weiss left the closet, gazing thoughtfully at the dress before closing the door. It would surely sweep anyone off their feet, especially as a first date dress….
Blake blanched at the prospect of opening Ruby’s closet. The younger girl hadn’t exactly been the most organized back at Beacon, and she had no reason to think that had changed in the ensuing years. Still, she needed to replace the shirt Yang had spilled coffee on, and Ruby said she had a spare shirt in Blake’s size in her closet.
“The black hangar,” Blake repeated back to herself, sliding the closet door open.
The sight that greeted her was surprising. Orderly suits and outfits rested on either black, white or yellow hangars, each color group together. Rows of shows sat beneath them, some directly beneath certain outfits, others group together to be chosen from for general use. Blake nearly turned around, thinking she’d walked into Weiss’ closet by mistake, before realizing that the pile of clothes next to the door sitting beneath a trio red dresses on the only red hangars in the room was likely Ruby’s clean laundry. Chuckling at the sight, Blake ventured deeper inside.
The outfits that greeted her were mostly familiar. Spare combat clothes for each of them rested on the end of their grouping closest to the door, while farther down formal and general use wear dominated. More than a few corsets were secured to bust figures between the shoe racks, and Blake blushed at the sets of bras and panties hanging ready, likely the right sizes if the ones in her section were anything to go by.
She eventually found a number of T-shirts in among the black hangars and chose one, slipping into it. As she turned to leave she paused, something catching her eye.
Nestled among the formal wear in her section was a shockingly revealing red dress, clearly meant for attracting a certain kind of attention. The silk passed easily between her fingers as she felt it, following the shoulder straps from the top down to where they crossed the back and went wide around the chest area. The hem would barely reach her thighs, she judged, and it would hug close to her figure the entire way. It was the kind of dress one removed from someone else with their teeth.
Blushing again, she left the closet before anything else could catch her eye, sliding the door shut with a regretful glance backwards.
