Melanie smirked at him. Miltia had one elbow propped on the table, her cheek resting on her palm. Neither had made a move to attack the other, and both looked far too amused at his panic.
He groaned and cupped his face with both hands.
"I hate you both."
The two burst into laughter, Miltia pushing off him as she leaned back and laughed into her hand. It lasted for a good minute or so, even if it wasn't really that funny. Then again, it was probably his bright red face that kept setting them off. That and his pathetically weak glares. It was hard to give them a serious glare when their legs kept brushing against his.
And they knew that, damn it.
"Oh, you're so precious," Melanie said once they were both finally done. "You really are the cutest, and you have the best reactions, too."
"Not like the idiots we work with," Miltia agreed, her kind and gentle voice now replaced with something a little more caustic – something a little more honest, yet no less alluring. "Junior's cool, but he's gotten used to us and he's our boss. The boys, though? Ugh."
"They start off as cocky little shits, but that soon goes away. Problem is, they lose whatever spine they had before." Melanie hesitated. "Well… I guess it doesn't help that the older ones always tell them we're off limits of how scary we are."
"Which we are," Miltia added. "They're not lying."
"True, but it takes away our fun."
"And that's why you come to torture me instead?" Jaune asked. His face was flat, but his red ears gave him away. "I could bar you from the diner, you realise. It's within my power."
"Oh dear…" Miltia's shifted her legs beneath the table, dragging her leg up the inside of his. "And whatever would I have to do to earn back the right to enter?" She leaned forward and licked her lips. "Sexual favours, perhaps?"
It was too much. Jaune surged to his feet so fast he slammed his knees against the table, then fell back down with a groan of pain. "M-M-Miltia! Too far!"
"Heh. You're such a virgin."
His face was aflame, and their laughter didn't help. "S-So? I'm a virgin. Is that so weird?"
"I dunno," Miltia said. "You're what, eighteen?"
"Seventeen."
"Meh, I'd say fifty-fifty. It's not weird either way, but the way you react is cute. I can't help it. It's like… it's like teasing a puppy to see its reaction."
"If you didn't get so worked up, we wouldn't do it," Melanie said. "Then again, if that happened, we might get bored and not come around so much." She grinned at him. "Maybe you like it so much you put a show on for us. Maybe you don't want to get used to it."
"No… this is my actual reaction," Jaune said, groaning into the palm of one hand. "It's not like I've ever had a girlfriend before, so I guess I get worked up. You two hardly help, though," he glowered. "I won't ban you, but I can still cut you off from treats for a day."
"And I'll come pester you to give me some," Miltia said, utterly unconcerned with his threat. She looked him up and down carefully, then tilted her head to the side and hummed.
He blinked back. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"No. I'm just wondering if I would."
"Would what…?"
Miltia smiled evilly. "Wouldn't you like to know? It's girl talk. What do you think, sister? Would or wouldn't?"
"Well, he's not bad for sure. I wouldn't say one worth hunting down, but I might be interested if the opportunity came up. Nothing bad to look at and in good shape - and not an arrogant bastard either. It would be a first, too. Those are important."
"A man always remembers it," Miltia nodded. "Oh, it might be fun to be that. Can you imagine how it might be? With nothing to compare it to, you would become unforgettable. Would it forever linger in memory? Would it be what they think of late at night?"
"Hmm, I can imagine." Melanie chuckled darkly, watching him with lidded eyes. "Still, it might be fun. I'll say it's in the `would` column. You?"
"Oh, I definitely would. Just for fun, of course. I'm not ready for anything more."
Jaune looked between the two, trying to figure out what they meant. Their eyes were on him, though they glanced back to throw more veiled phrases towards one another every now and then. Even so, he couldn't help but feel like he was being measured in some way.
"This is one of those conversations where I need subtitles, isn't it?" he asked.
"Only if you're an idiot," Miltia snorted.
"Or innocent," her sister added, "which we know you are. Don't worry, Jaune." She patted his cheek lightly. "We'll take care of you. You're our favourite right now~"
"Your favourite what? Barista?"
Melanie smiled coyly but didn't say anything more. Miltia, as always, was far less subtle.
"Tell you what, Jaune. If you ever ask me to, I'll say yes right then and there. Okay?"
"You'll say yes to what?" he asked.
She leaned forward and pushed her fingers against his lips. "Figure it out and you'll see. You'll like it. Trust me."
"You two are really weird," Jaune mumbled past her finger.
"No, we're just normal, everyday girls. You're the silly one, but you are blonde, so we'll let it go." She patted his arm. "Only because you're adorable, though. If you were all stuck-up, I'd have to cut you." She flashed a set of crimson claws, but they vanished a second later. Where, he had no idea. He really thought he should have been more worried about that than he was.
Subtitles… definitely a conversation that needed subtitles. He shook his head and sighed. I suppose I'll have to figure it out later. It's not like they'll ever give me a straight answer. "Enough with the word games," he sighed. "Isn't it four yet? I'm pretty sure Junior will start acting up if he doesn't get his caffeine fix."
"The man works behind a bar. He has soda on tap."
"I think he's trying to get rid of us, Miltia," Melanie teased. "I think he's a little flustered by us."
"Oh dear, really?" Miltia pressed her breasts against his arm once more and leaned in close. Too close. One of her legs actually mounted his as she pushed her face close to his. "Really, Jaune? Do we make you nervous, Jaune? Does this make you feel funny, Jaune?"
"T-Too close…"
Miltia held her face so close to his he could taste her breath. She might have done more, had it not been for her control breaking. She sniggered before she could stop herself, and quickly descended into laughter a second later.
"It's too much fun," she said, sighing to herself as she extricated her body from his. "Ah, you're the best thing to happen around here lately. You really are." She flicked her hair back and skipped over to her sister. "You need to come around the club some time. We'll do you free entry and drinks."
"And maybe other things if you ask nicely."