A War of Eclipsed Flowyrs.
Yang: But of course, we know who gives the best head, right?
Weiss: But of course.
Yang: Winter!
Weiss: Sun!
Yang: ... wouldn't he be a little ... ticklish? Winter is better!
Weiss: Yuck! I'm not thinking of her in your thighs. Sun is supreme!
Yang and Weiss: ... this means WAR!
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Winter: ... so they're fighting over who gives better head?
Blake, sighing: Yep. Between you and Sun, apparently.
Winter: I mean ... I'd probably fight someone if they said Ren's hair wasn't just the best.
Blake: ... what?! Weiss' hair is serene, silky!
Winter: Ren's mane is beautiful, well kept and ... smells nice.
Winter:
Blake:
Winter and Blake: *unholsters their weapons*
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Ren, collapsing into a chair: Woof, I'm tired.
Sun, handing him a can: Winter and Yang go ham again?
Ren: You got it. Thanks.
Sun: ... right.
Ren: So, what are they fighting about?
Sun: Who gives the best head and who has the best hair.
Ren: Ah, so each other?
Sun: Yeah.
Sun, groaning: Yowch, Blake really did a number on my little guy. I swear, she does it the best, but she does it hard.
Ren: I dunno, Yang can go ham when you get her in the mood. She's the best, no doubt.
Sun, sighing: We're going to have to fight, aren't we?
Ren, pulling out Storm Flower: Yep.
