⠀ Blush. ❝ I... I just thought it was really cool... what you did in Atlas. I’ve heard stories, and know you weren’t really wanted for anything wrong... it’s just... it looks cool. It’s nice to know that even you sometimes end up on the wrong side of ‘justice’. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ❝ Of course it is. It’s just a good reminder; is all. I’m... sorry. Feel free to destroy it if it makes you feel uncomfortable... ❞ ⠀

⠀ Ivory couldn’t help a tear come from her right eye-. ❝ T-Thank you, so much-. ❞ ⠀

⠀ It’s just one of those days. She’s locking herself in her room. Don’t bother. ⠀

⠀ No answer. ⠀

⠀ Watching from around a corner. Barely peeking out. ⠀

⠀ ❝ ! ❞ He didn’t see her right? Surely... With a soft blush of embarrassment, Ivory stepped out from her hiding place. Slowly; awkwardly stepping forward until standing beside her grandfather. Her own robotic appendage, her tail slowly swaying. ⠀

⠀ Ivory cleared her throat. Hand raising to rub against the back of her neck awkwardly. Cat slit eyes avoiding direct eye contact for too long. ❝ I-Ivory... ❞ Hands falling behind her back, he certainly was the most... ‘stable’ Branwen so far. ⠀

⠀ Ivory could only giggle and shake her head. ❝ Ah! Please! There is no need for such pleasantries. I’m just a normal person, like yourself. ❞ ⠀

⠀ Nod. ❝ How... is your... ❞ Gestures to his arm. ⠀

⠀ 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙚𝙣. ⠀

⠀ SLAMMING POTS AND PANS TOGETHER. ⠀

⠀ SHE’S HELPING UNCLE. BAM. BANG. POP! ⠀

⠀ Ivory scoffed. ❝ Ah, that’s good. ❞ Upon closer inspection... ❝ That’s quite the old model. ❞ ⠀

God I love RWBY

⠀ Me, explaining to Raven-mun, Ivory is stealing milkshakes too—. ⠀