A continuation to the Yang breast reduction thing:
Yin: Man the breast reduction went well… what where’s Jeanne?
Jeanne: “enters the room with a massive pair of bazoongas”
Yin: … did you took my breasts?
Don't you just love when you get the chance to write a well-known meme under a different lens?
Also, I think there's a sense of accomplishment that my tumblr now contains the phrase "A continuation to the Yang breast reduction thing", said perfectly in context.
This is good.
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Yin was sitting on the common area couch, still feeling delicate on his chest, but so much happier. Not only was the top surgery a resounding success, but his joke about "finally getting this weight off my chest" made the anaesthetist laugh for a solid minute.
He was eyeing the weights set on the corner but knowing better. Thankfully, Aura halved the recovery time, so Yin could retake Huntsman training in only four weeks instead of eight. But still, four weeks of no training was gonna be a problem next sparring with Nora and Pyrrha.
Maybe? He knew for a fact Pyrrha would take it easy on him the first couple of rounds. But Nora had one setting, and that was 'overdrive'. He was not looking forward to being folded like an origami by his girlfriends.
Which wasn't entirely a negative when Yin thought about it….
This line of thought was interrupted when the familiar clank of Jeanne's weapon sounded next to the door. He looked back, where Jeanne was sighing tiredly and taking off her armor next.
Yin leaned back a little further on the couch, watching as Jeanne carefully unbuckled the last strap of her breastplate and set it down beside the door with a metallic clunk. She rolled her shoulders with a tired sigh, then straightening her back and taking a water bottle before sitting on the couch next to her boyfriend.
When Jeanne finally looked over at Yin, she caught him staring.
"Do I have something on my face?" she noticed his jaw hanging a bit. "Yin?" waved her hand.
Yin blinked once, then twice.
"Jeanne, did you..." he spoke carefully, his grim face making Jeanne worry. "Did you steal my breasts?"
"What?! Ah!" Jeanne's grip on her water bottle tightened so much, it spilled over, soaking her upper half.
Yin couldn't take it and started laughing, accompanied by some winces from the pain on the chest the full-on laughter caused. But still unable to stop.
"Yin!" Jeanne tried to scold at him, but couldn't. Instead joining in the laugh. "Damn it, Yin, you're a jerk." She lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
Yin wiped at his eyes, still chuckling as the laughter faded into quieter snickers.
"Worth it," he said, holding his chest a little more carefully now. "Ow. Definitely worth it." Yin wiped at his eyes, still chuckling as the laughter faded into quieter snickers.
"You almost gave me a heart attack," Jeanne was still trying to sound serious, but couldn't stop snickering either.
"You're laughing," Yin pointed an accusatory finger. "That means I'm safe."
"Plus," he continued. "You gotta admit the timing is impecable."
"Is it so notorious?" Jeanne simple looked down at her own chest.
"A bit, to be honest," Yin cocked his head to a side. "New dosage of estrogen or something?"
"Not really," Jeanne shrugged, leaning back on the couch. "I must have gotten a growth spurt or something."
"Still, you gotta admit the timing is weird, right?" Yin lowered his voice, as if trying to pass his joke as a reasonable argument.
"I'm not gonna admit anything." Jeanne instead crossed her arms over her chest, wincing a bit from the sudden touch.
"C'mon. I got through top surgery, get those things removed, and the next time I see you, you got an..." Yin stopped at seeing Jeanne's glare. "Update in size?"
Jeanne rolled her eyes as she shook her head, but her posture relaxed again. Then, she slowly shifted her weight just enough to bump her shoulder against Yin's. He immediately reached over across her shoulders, holding her, but careful to not press her head on his still recovering chest.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's company, until Yin had to speak again.
"It would be mad funny, though," he said out of nowhere.
"What would be?" Jeanne asked without moving from her stop or looking up at Yin.
"If we told everyone that's what happened." At Jeanne's silence, he continued. "That the breast I got removed ended up on your chest."
"Yin!" Jeanne got up again, blushing heavily and ready to scold her boyfriend. "No one would even believe something so--" but she suddenly stopped, putting a finger on her chin.
"Something in your mind, Jen?"
"It's just--" She cut herself off again, as if having troubles with her own thoughts. "Okay, let's say, hypothetically, we told everyone that."
"Go on..." Yin's eyes lightened up as Jeanne straightened herself up.
"Nora and Weiss wouldn't fall for it, since they're trans too," she explained her train of thought. "And Ren has been helping Nora with her transition, so that rules him out too."
"Buuut..." he waved his hand for Jeanne to continue.
"But," she added. "Ruby doesn't know much about this. Neither does Pyrrha." Jeanne looked at the horizon. "And maybe Blake neither."
"So..." Yin leaned forward slowly, as if he was hearing the pitch of his life.
"Oh gods." Jeanne covered her eyes with a hand, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but we--"
"We have three targets," Yin finished for her, grinning widely.
They looked at each other, and immediately broke into laughter again, interrupted only by Yin's groans of pain from his tender chest.
It was gonna be a whole afternoon.
