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PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-07-17 05:26 am (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-28 07:06 pm (UTC)Cinder has never had any issues with making pushing someone into a locker look real. The issue, though, is that Winter hasn’t.
She stumbles a little as Cinder’s hands fist in her shirt, stumbles again as she’s pushed backwards. Her shoulders meet the metal of her locker and she jolts, looking less like a bullied teen and more like she’s surprised Cinder looked her way. That won’t do.
“Come on, Schnee,” Cinder mutters under her breath, pressing into her, “you’re an actor, aren’t you?”
People in the corridor are starting to look their way. Winter clearly notices this; she stiffens under Cinder’s hands, making a show of shoving her away. The fact that Cinder’s hands are still wound into her shirt seems to catch her by surprise. “Hardly,” she snaps, muffled by the sound of Cinder’s own yelp as she rams into a notice board.
//
They sell it.
Cinder keeps kicking Winter’s leg under the table when she answers questions too stiffly. It’s not very subtle, but Ozpin is too Ozpin to notice. If Ironwood were here it would be harder; he seems to know Winter better, and he hates Cinder a whole lot more.
Eventually, he sighs and gives in, glaring at them over steepled fingers and the tops of his glasses. Cinder flashes Winter a smug grin that she mostly pouts at. “Well, I can’t think of any way to discipline the two of you that wouldn’t just be giving you what you want. So, Miss Fall, is there anything you’d like to say to help your case?”
She runs through the script in her head, searching for appropriately snide phrases. Winter gets there first.
“With all due respect, sir, she hasn’t been transparent about her motivation. She’s at least partially frustrated with me for being better at —”
Cinder kicks her under the table. I was getting to that. “You’re not, first of all, and that’s not it. It’s —”
Her head whips around so fast that it nearly comes off. She might be a shit actor, but she’s got a fairly intense glare. “Shut up.”
“Okay,” Ozpin says loudly, “alright, girls. Miss Fall, if you would?”
Cinder shrugs, settling back in her seat. “I want a rematch. Please and thank you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “At?”
“Fencing.”
The other eyebrow goes up. “If I recall, you won the last match.”
“She cheated,” Cinder snaps, which is technically true, if only because both of them were cheating.
“You cheated, which is why you won,” Winter says loudly. Her hands dig into the fabric of her seat, hard enough that Cinder swears she claws out parts of the stuffing. “Sir, I have to agree with her request for a rematch. If she won’t even be gracious about winning then —”
“You started it! My G-d, would it kill you to be normal for two seconds?”
“The national matches are scholarship-winning, Cinder, and you would know enough to care about that if you —”
//
They get the rematch.