BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

Running into someone you used to be close to, who you haven't seen since your falling out, because they've stumbled into your bar looking worse than you've ever seen them

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“Oh my god,” Cinder says.

Winter Schnee rubs mud off her face and says, “I don’t need you to judge me, I need to know if Qrow Branwen passed by here today.”

Cinder debates being a bitch. She debates snapping at her, saying something cruel, misleading her, trying to throw her off the scent. She knows Winter isn’t working for the Atlas military anymore — knows she turned into one of the biggest anti-Atlas advocates in the past couple years, in fact — but the part of her that grew up dodging cops warns her to fucking lie. Plus, Winter is a) her ex and b) a cunt, so.

Instead, imagining her entire bloodline and everyone she’s ever met and formed a genuine relationship with throwing rocks at her head, she asks, “Why?”

“He stole my fucking wallet,” Winter says.

“You kind of deserved that one, honestly.”

She makes a very complicated face. “He stole my wallet because he’s trying to incriminate me. He thinks I’m working with my father —”

“Your father who used to hit you.”

“ — yes, that one. He thinks I’m working with my father to shut down the entire Mantle heating grid.”

Now, that is stupid. “Why the fuck would he think that?” Cinder says.

Winter scrubs some more mud off her face. “I don’t know. So have you seen him?”

“No,” she says. It’s a serious answer. Qrow doesn’t come round her bar anymore because he knows she used to date Winter, and he considers Winter to be his actual nemesis. “I don’t know where he goes these days, but you should try Drake Street.”

Winter runs a hand through her hair, comes out with a fistful of leaves, and deposits them on the counter. “Your tip,” she says — oh, Cinder thinks, that was meant to be a joke — and adds, “Seriously, thank you.”

Then she’s gone, running down the street at full tilt. Cinder follows her to the door to watch her go, occasionally yelling get out of the fucking way when she crosses paths with a civilian, and wonders if maybe she should call her after this.