#sry ive had this scene in my head all day fsjsdkdf

[faunusrights]

“We met--” Cinder starts slowly, and judging from the way Velvet’s snickering into her shoulder, Yang can tell the latter half of this sentence is gonna be a bumper ride. “--in a Speedy’s Grill and Diner. At three in the morning, on a Monday.”

Yang can hear Winter mutter a of course you did under her breath, but since Speedy’s only ever tastes good post-midnight, Yang is less surprised than maybe she should be. Cinder’s a night owl, as she’s already stated several times before, and Velvet-- well, Velvet might be connected to a couple of high-profile arsons between the hours of two and four, but she says there’s no evidence to support that. Yang’s seen the footage on the news. The way the perp thrrew molotovs is exactly how Velvet throws trash across a room.

“Uh huh,” she says instead. “What got you talking?”

Cinder looks over her shoulder at Velvet, settled as she is in the Faunus’s lap, and she says something in Menagerie Common, the tongue a blend of every tribal language and, as such, goes right over Yang and Winter’s head. Velvet giggles, nods, presses a kiss to Cinder’s jaw.

“Well, we’d both ordered chicken nuggets. A twenty-piece box each, if you absolutely have to know.” Cinder crosses her arms as if she’s ready for criticism, but Yang knows better than to be hypocritical. She’s also a slut for nuggets. “Velvet was already there when I walked in, and I’d checked out because, well, she’s hot. But I was also starving and was loudly complaining to Emerald on the phone--”

“In Common,” Velvet adds. “Which is why I tuned in.”

“Yeah. So, I was on the phone, and they call Velvet’s number at the counter.” Cinder leans back so that Velvet can rest their chin on her shoulder, and she pulls a face like she’s extremely put-out. “And I’m being, like, super grumpy so I wasn’t really paying attention, but then she tapped me on the shoulder and said I could have hers right now, if I’d like.”

Winter sort of rotates her head downwards in a gesture of what, but Yang coos instead. “Awh! What a modern romantic, giving your nuggets away!”

Velvet sort of preens and presses a kiss to Cinder’s neck, and the shorter woman squirms, ticklish, at the touch, trying her best to push Velvet away and failing miserably until Velvet chooses to do so herself.

“Well, I would’ve given her my nuggets,” Velvet says. “Until they called out her order, like, two seconds later. And then I looked like a sad puppy, so Cinder came and sat with me anyway,” Velvet concludes with a laugh, and Cinder hushes her, although the roll of her eyes tells Yang it’s probably not far from the truth.

“I wasn’t going to just ignore a hot person who offered me dinner, what do I look like?”

“A foolish lesbian.”

“I mean-- well, yes, but still.” Waving her hand through the air, Cinder grins at Velvet. “Anyway, we had dinner together, she asked for my number, and then a few nights later we crashed into each other again and had sex at my place. Cut to now.”

By now, Winter has her head in her hands and looks like she’s maybe in the fourth stage of grief. Yang sends her right back to the first stage with another little n’aww. “How cute! You’re made for each other!”

Velvet nods, and she cuddles Cinder closer with a satisfied little look.

“Love,” she states. “Is stored in the chicken nugget.”