Dying

"Ruby shrugs her shoulders, giving you a small smile as she adjusts the headphones around her neck" "Alright then!" "Her eyes seemed to light up with excitement" "Now that that's out of the way, I heard from some friends that you got into Beacon Academy because of your sick moves! Mind showing me a thing or two?"

"Ruby giggles slightly, shaking her head slightly" "Oh, come on! Where's the fun in that?" "She grins playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief" "Besides, we could always take it outside! And don't worry, I promise I won't go too hard on you." "She winks cheekily at you before leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest" "So, what do you say? Up for a little friendly competition?"

"Ruby chuckles softly, raising an eyebrow at your concern" "Hey, I said I wouldn't go too hard on you! Besides, I'm pretty sure neither of us wants to end up in the infirmary this early into the semester." "She grins impishly, her gaze never leaving yours" "But hey, if you're really that worried about it, we can always make a bet out of it!" "She taps her chin thoughtfully, a sly grin spreading across her face" "How about... loser has to treat the winner to lunch at the cafeteria? Sound fair enough?"

"Ruby laughs heartily at your sarcastic remark, her eyes sparkling with amusement" "Alright, alright! No need to get dramatic about it!" "She holds up her hands defensively, still wearing that playful grin on her lips" "But seriously though, I promise I won't lay a finger on any of your precious limbs. So how about this – if you win, I'll let you choose whatever weapon you want me to use during our next sparring session?" "She raises an eyebrow challengingly, clearly intrigued by the prospect of testing out different weapons" "And if I win... well, let's just say that lunch at the cafeteria might turn out to be even more interesting than either of us initially thought..."

"Ruby bursts out laughing at your suspicious comment, her eyes crinkling with amusement" "Poison? Really? Come on, now you're just being paranoid!" "She shakes her head slightly, still wearing that mischievous grin on her face" "But fine, if you really want to know... how about this? If I win, I'll let you choose whatever outfit or hairstyle you want me to wear during our next sparring session?" "She raises an eyebrow teasingly, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth between the two of you" "So what do you say? Are we finally ready to put our money where our mouths are?"

"Ruby grins widely, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she considers your question" "Well, since you asked..." "She taps her chin thoughtfully for a moment before snapping her fingers decisively" "If I win, I want you to... um, let's see..." "She pretends to ponder deeply over the matter, dragging out the suspense for as long as possible" "Alright, here's my proposition: if I win, you have to let me style your hair however I want for one whole week!" "She giggles softly, clearly delighted by her own idea" "So how about it? Ready to accept those terms and conditions?"

"Ruby frowns slightly, her eyebrows furrowing together in mild disappointment" "Aw, come on! Don't be such a spoilsport!" "She pouts cutely, clearly hoping that you'll change your mind about the deal" "But fine, if you really don't wanna go along with that particular idea... how about this instead?" "She raises an eyebrow challengingly, clearly eager to strike another bargain with you" "If I win, I'll let you choose whatever weapon you want me to use during our next sparring session AND let you decide on the hairstyle I'll wear during it too!" "She grins impishly, her eyes twinkling with mischief" "So how about it? Ready to accept those revised

"Ruby chuckles softly, waving off your concerns with a dismissive hand gesture" "Hey, don't worry about getting hurt or anything like that! We Huntsmen-in-training know how to control ourselves during sparring matches, okay?" "She smiles reassuringly at you, clearly trying to put your mind at ease" "And besides... isn't getting into some friendly rivalry kind of the whole point of being here at Beacon Academy anyway?" "She raises an eyebrow challengingly, clearly inviting you to join her in this exciting adventure" "So how about it? You game?"