"Stop laughing!" Weiss pleaded as Yang and Nora absolutely lost their cool, the blond in particular holding her sides as she and her ginger friend laughed their butts off. "I'm being completely serious!"

"*snrk!* Uh-huh, sure you are…!~"

"Nice joke, I've Queen; I almost thought you were serious for a second, there!" Nora gave Weiss a pat on the shoulder. "Good one."

"Oh, grapes, I needed a good laugh…~"

"I've been using the Atlas Academy gym just as much as the rest of you!" the former heiress insisted. "I simply choose to go when there are fewer people around; I don't appreciate people staring at me when I'm trying to work out."

"Sounds like wimp talk to me, Weisscream."

"Wouldn't that be closer to Scrub speech?" Nora wondered.

"It's probably closer to the Coward's Caw, if I had to guess."

"Nah, the Coward's Caw would've had more excuses she wasn't using the gym."

"Oh yeah, good point!"

"I'm still right here!" Weiss screamed. (Heh.~)

"Oh, we know."

"You're both the worst; I'll prove to you that I can keep up with you brutes, just you watch!" she declared, getting slightly misty-eyed.

"Fine then." Nora jerked a finger over her shoulder. "We can head down there right now if you want."

"I do want! I need to go out on my gym clothes first, I'll meet you both there."

"You'd better, or else we'll have to mercilessly tease you about this for at least the rest of the day."

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"How much longeeeeeeeeer?" Nora whined. "It's been freaking forever!"

"We just got here five minutes ago," Yang pointed out, shoving the rest of her things into her locker. The pair of them had just finished changing into their own workout gear- sports bras/t-shirts and high-cut shorts- and were heading onto the main floor. "We'll give her a little bit of time to get here."

"Well, I'm not gonna wait up for her!" the spunky ginger declared, immediately making a beeline for the weight machine and hopping on, beginning her reps.

Yang just shook her head, chuckling. If there was anyone with less patience than her, it was Nora.

About a minute later Weiss walked out onto the floor, wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, her attire accented with a pair of sweatbands on her wrists (and one on the end of her braid).

"Alright, here I am."

"Here you are. If nothing else, I can't say you flaked out from a challenge."

"Why would I? This was my idea."

"Debatable, but wh'evs. So, indulge me: where do you usually 'work out'?"

"I usually start with the free weights," she informed the blonde, who then looked at her quizzically. "…what?"

Weiss was in great shape. She had to be, given that she was a Huntress like the rest of them, though Yang wouldn't have classified her physique as "jacked". Even "wiry" was technically pushing it.

Yang also vividly recalled setting up for the Dance and which of them had done all the heavy lifting while the other looked at DOILIES.

"Not the first place where I would've expected you to start at."

"Well, it is." Weiss headed over to the weights and grabbed a couple of hand weights from the top of the rack.

Yang just shook her head and headed over to the punching bag next to the weights. She was probably the strongest member of Team RWBY, physically at least, but her stamina and endurance were more important for someone with her fighting style and Semblance; being able to punch things into the stratosphere only did so much good when you could only do it the one time before you were tapped out-

"Holy grapes!" Yang exclaimed, glancing over at Weiss. Unsurprisingly, she was using a couple of dinky weights in each hand, pumping them to the beat of whatever pop song was being played over the speakers.

What was surprising, however, was her freaking braid was also pumping iron, holding a much heavier-looking weight than the heiress herself was holding.

And it was jacked!

"I don't…wut?!" was all she could manage to words right now. She never thought hair could have sinewy veins in it, but hey, here we are.

"Yo, is something up?" asked Nora, now making her way over to the pair, "I heard you shout." Then she glanced in the direction Yang was staring, rubbing her eyes for a moment before exclaiming herself "Holy crap, Weiss's hair got swol!"

Weiss picked that moment to look over to her two friends. "Are you satisfied now?~" she asked smugly.

Her hair shot a finger gun at Yang and Nora.

fin.

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No, I don't know where this one came from either. I saw a thing, and boom: fanfiction happened.

It be like that sometimes.