[OM] Breakfast

“I’m still really sorry about what I did to you last night,” Blake apologized for the umpteenth time. “I can’t believe I shredded our clothes. How did I even manage to do that?”

“Let’s just say, you let your inner cat out. You were very...” she paused for a minute to think of an appropriate word, “feral.”

“I don’t think I want to know what you mean by that,” the faunus took another bite of her omelette.

“Well, you were very kitten-like. You didn’t want to wear uncomfortable clothing or be left alone. And you really just wanted to play. A lot,” she answered, her expression showing that she was recalling the details. “You purred a lot too. I don’t think I’ve ever really heard you purr before.”

Just to be silly, Blake let out a low rumbling deep within her throat, watching carefully for Yang’s reaction as she did so. What she did not anticipate was that Yang would reach forward and stroke her larynx, right where she was using to make the sounds.

“W-W-What’re you d-doing?” Blake responded as she moved out of reach.

“Hm? You seemed to enjoy it last night,” the doctor replied, unperturbed. “Whenever you purred, you would kind of pout when I didn’t pay attention to you, so I started doing that to make feral Blake stop pouting.”

“So, you said I wanted to play a lot? Was that how you got all those scratch marks?” the faunus purposefully changed the subject, even though she could still somehow feel Yang’s fingers at her throat.

The blonde finished up her pancakes before answering. “Yeah, that and because you didn’t want to be left alone. I meant to sleep on the couch, but you weren’t having any of it.”

“I’m really, really sorry about that. I’m not normally so... clingy.”

“It’s fine,” she waved off. “It was kind of cute to see that side of you. I’ve never really seen you freely voice what you wanted, so it was an interesting experience. Does that...happen often?”

“Does what happen often? Me passing out?”

“Feral Blake.”

I placed my fork back onto my plate and hesitated for a bit. “No, it hasn’t happened in a long time, actually. It’s not common, for faunus in general to act like their... but it’s also not my first time.”

“So, what causes it? Do you know?”

“It used to happen to me when I was little during the times when I was extremely upset or angry at something. Being a child, I had very little control over my emotions, but even then it only happened a handful of times. Then I got older, learned to control myself a lot more and it stopped happening completely. Until last night.”

“Your ex... do you think he was the cause of it?”

“Maybe... most likely.”

“Do you want to take the rest of your breakfast to go?” she asked, gesturing to my half-eaten omelette and hash browns.

“Yes, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” she waved over our waitress and asked for my food to be packaged.

“Please don’t mention it to anyone,” I requested. “Feral Blake, I mean. It’s not something that I’m proud of.”

“I won’t, but I also want to point out that it’s not something that you need to be ashamed of. Feral Blake is actually really cute, so I wouldn’t mind if she came out to play again,” she winked, giving me her trademark lopsided smirk as she stood up.

“No, wait. I should pay for breakfast. After everything you’ve done, it’s the least I can do,” I stood with her.

“And how do you plan to pay with no money?” she asked, smirk still in place.

“Wha--?” I looked through my handbag and quickly rifled through my wallet, only to come up empty. “Where did my...?”

“Not really sure. I checked to make sure all your essentials were still around when I retrieved your bag though,” Yang answered sheepishly. “I may have forgotten to grab it when I first exited the bar.”

The black-haired woman sighed. “Well, at least let me pay you back somehow.”

“Don’t worry. You will,” and with that, she left to take care of the bill.