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After they caught up with Jaune, they all took a moment to strategize their next steps. Blake let the others plan as she took lookout to make sure nothing had followed them. It didn't take long before Yang was joining her at her side.
Blake looked over and saw her partner smirking at her. "What?" she asked.
"You know.''
Blake did, but didn't want to admit it. "I have no idea."
Yang put her hands in front of her mouth and acted like a rabid fan. "Oh my, is that the Rusted Knight!? He's so dreamy."
Blake laughed and pushed Yang away from her playfully. "Shut up. I was not that bad and I definitely didn't say he was dreamy."
"I don't know Blake. You were down pretty bad for the Rusted Knight.”
"The Rusted Knight maybe," then Blake decided Yang deserved some teasing as well, “although I do have to say there's something about a more mature and experienced Jaune. And that beard..."
Yang's face fell into one of dumb shock. “What? You - you think Jaune is hot?"
Blake saw Yang's dismayed face and couldn't keep up her facade. She burst out laughing.
"Oh, I see, you’re getting me back."
Blake bumped her shoulder against Yang's. "You make it easy."
Yang whispered, "You don't actually think Jaune is hot, do you?"
Blake looked at Yang and let her gaze linger. "No, Yang, I don't."
Yang's face went red as she cleared her throat and awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, looking at anything but Blake, "Good. That's good. I'm going to go check on Ruby.''
Blake smiled. "Don't go far."
"I won't," Yang said as she headed over to her sister.
Weiss was next to approach Blake, "So The Rusted Knight..." she said teasingly.
Blake just groaned.