"Huh, you might have a point," Blake hums, looking over at her stupid camper. The empty space in the back is big enough to stretch out, and she could probably fit a mattress in there. It would take up the whole space, sure, but she'll need a place to sleep.
She guesses the convoy is where they're meant to sleep, but. No thank you. Blake had had enough trouble adjusting to sleeping with her team in the same room back at Beacon -- though she'd eventually come to feel weird trying to sleep without Yang's snoring or Ruby's sleep muttering, she doesn't relish the idea of sleeping around a bunch of strangers here. Maybe there's private cabins?
Blake mirrors Yang and half-leans against the front of the muscle car. "So, what are you going to call it? Because I know you, if you named your bike, you're definitely going to name your car," she teases. "It's also black and yellow, so... Hornet? The Wasp?"
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She guesses the convoy is where they're meant to sleep, but. No thank you. Blake had had enough trouble adjusting to sleeping with her team in the same room back at Beacon -- though she'd eventually come to feel weird trying to sleep without Yang's snoring or Ruby's sleep muttering, she doesn't relish the idea of sleeping around a bunch of strangers here. Maybe there's private cabins?
Blake mirrors Yang and half-leans against the front of the muscle car. "So, what are you going to call it? Because I know you, if you named your bike, you're definitely going to name your car," she teases. "It's also black and yellow, so... Hornet? The Wasp?"