Oh
son of a-
Blake had almost been on the verge of smirking herself at this other girls calm in the face of the huntress, but the nickname brought that to a screeching halt as her mouth twisted into a surprised snarl as one hand shot up to Gambol's hilt. Blake weighed her options. The girl was fast. Blake thought she was faster, but who knew whether that'd even be true in this place when nothing else seemed to be making sense, and a direct fight was probably an overreaction no matter how riled she felt. Threatening...
A few more seconds of eye contact left her pretty sure that wasn't going to work .-.
Which really only left her with two options. Just say
nothing about it, or... ugh.
Her hand slowly dropped from gambol's hilt as she took a deep breath and let her fists rest on her knees, finally breaking the eye contact to take a deep, calming breath.
"
I'd... appreciate you not sharing with the others I'm a faunus. This is already messy enough as it is without me having to deal with that."
At the second question, she couldn't help a small smirk despite her relatively soured mood as she cracked one eye open to regard the other. "
I do. And you can call me Blake or literally anything else besides kitten"
".... and how sheltered are you that you don't know where Beacon is o.0?"
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