BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
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yurishippingolympicsIn this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 03:38 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Winter said she was going to make the whole military thing up to her the next time she saw her, so of course Cinder has been staunchly avoiding her ever since. She spends weeks carefully collecting information on Winter’s new routine, planning her days around that, and then just gives up and basically becomes nocturnal. Which is great, except now she’s trying to eat some fucking ramen and Winter has just seen her.
Cinder debates getting up and walking away, setting the cart on fire, or some combination of the two. She’s just figuring out the logistics of fleeing a crime scene when Winter slides into the seat next to her and says, “I’m paying.”
“Kill yourself.”
She smiles. “No.”
“Oh well. I guess I could do it for you if you were that desperate.”
Her smile doesn’t falter, and that’s the worst fucking thing. Winter never smiled at anyone except for her. “You’re going to put everyone off the ramen.” Cinder contemplates several other increasingly violent responses to this.
“Anyway, what are you even doing here? I thought you were leaving Mantle.”
She stares hard at her bowl. “Don’t have the money to move.”
“Right,” Winter says. “What’s the plan? Were you planning to get your license?”
Cinder doesn’t answer. Winter knows what’s good for her, so she puts some lien on the table, gets up and turns to go. And then she says, “I’m still going to make it up to you. I promise.”
Cinder doesn’t watch her leave. She cries into her ramen bowl for a little bit, but she doesn’t look. She doesn’t think she could bear it.