[You've just spared yourself soy sauce butter doritos, Clover. Thank the Brothers.]
you can pick when we go, there's usually a whole shelf dedicated to those things meanwhile walnut chili sounds like a crime against humanity but i'll accept two spoonful's worth additional spoonfuls will have to be purchased with more cheetos
ah yes the dreaded organic aisle it's seasoned you can't really taste them afraid you might like something that hasn't been deep-fried or made in a lab?
There's a good minute of silence while Qrow regains control over his lungs after aspirating at least an entire mouthful of lemonade. He'll. He'll clean that up later. Ahem.]
wow that was almost smooth
[Lucky it's text so he can pretend he was the smooth one for once. :)]
[Totally. The flirting levels aren't escalating at all, over here.]
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
[That 'm' is intentionally dragged out just to be as obnoxious as possible.
And then, just to gently torture Clover a little with the dreaded ". . ."s, he gets up, gets a paper towel up the lemonade he spilled, then pours himself some more.]
you'll just have to wait and see after we go shopping
[ Clover stared at the ...s winking in and out of existence and felt like he was at the end of a yo-yo string. When his Fluid vibrated he nearly dropped it. Lucky catch that he didn't.
Can't wait
Delete
It's a date
Delete ]
It's an event.
voice | un: cariboy (backdated to the evening of Qrow's hike with Jon)
[....yeah, that grape basket definitely wasn't super awkward or anything. He definitely didn't throw any of those away out of paranoia that he was being tricked. Nope. None of that ever happened.]
appreciate the advance notice this time but i really don't need anymore fruit thanks
[okay, maybe he's willing to acknowledge it happened a little. to be a sarcastic little punk about it, anyway.]
[It takes him a minute to piece together just why the man is asking; not because he's forgotten about the panic attack he'd had in front of Jon on the mountain, but because he hadn't realized Vyng had seen it. Even hypervigilance only goes so far when your field of vision tunnels to just yourself and the person who unintentionally set you off, after all.]
Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just a rough moment. You know how Deerington is.
[This is blatantly bullshit. That freakout had nothing to do with Deerington at all. But he doesn't expect Vyng to call him on it.]
[ Yeah, Vyng's bullshit radar is definitely going off. But with an answer like that, Qrow doesn't leave much room for prying. He's far more used to dealing with people like Tuck, who's an open book when it comes to his feelings. ]
[ Still, he doesn't quite let it go. Not yet. ]
You sure, man? It looked like you were coming down from a bad one.
[Unfortunately, Qrow is absolutely terrible at talking about himself or his feelings in any kind of serious context. If you pretend you don't have them, it's fine, right. It's totally fine.]
It wasn't that bad. Don't worry about it.
[If your definition of "not that bad" is curling in on yourself shaking and unable to take in a full breath, anyway.]
How about you? Need anything? Forests like this are pretty much my home turf.
[Emotional Hedgehog Tip #2903489284: When in doubt, deflect like your life depends on it.]
[Wasn't that bad his ass. Vyng knows what playbook that move came from...because he uses it all the time. But it looks like Vyng lost the opportunity to give comfort once the moment in the woods passed. Sometimes, that's just how it goes. ]
If you say so, pal.
[ He doesn't sound convinced — doesn't even try to, even. But Vyng will let it go...this time. ]
[ Of course, he's a druid who's just as attuned to the Great Forest as he is the Frozen North. So, it's not like he needs help with survival in the wild. But instead of pointing that out, Vyng just shifts the conversation back to Qrow. ]
Hardy hardy har. You're a riot, Qrow. I got hit by the same thing as the girls, so I was a little loopy and young. But enough about your love of grapes. I have a dose of this "Antidote" thing from Sodder, two of them. I'm giving one of them to Emerald, and I'd prefer you have the other. It can suppress powers and maybe cure a monster transformation.
I think you can guess why I'd leave one with you, right?
text; un: bottlerocket; backdated to murder cave rescue
they're out yeah we found them just as they were getting out still not sure whose luck that is
[You know it's been a rough day when he's willingly making a luck joke to someone who's decidedly Not Clover just to sound like he's calm and in control of the situation.]
[He hadn't been willing to believe it, at the time. It had seemed like some sort of prank, or effort to get his guard down. He's not really sure what he'd do if he encountered her as an actual child. The thought makes him uncomfortable--especially as his own childhood self would've likely gotten along with a thief. He was a bandit for a long time, after all.]
i might have a few ideas but how do i know this thing's what you say it is, huh?
[For all he knows, she could be sending him poison and calling it an antidote. Maybe it's a little unfair, but when he said he was willing to give her a chance, he's not sure he's willing to let his trust that she may not actively come after them directly extend far enough to mysterious gifts.]
maybe you should try it on yourself, first if you don't keel over in an hour i'll consider considering it
["Give me a chance" in her mind always came with the string attached of 'I don't actually like the girl who murdered my niece and I don't entirely trust you.' She figured she would have had to be pretty stupid to assume otherwise, so the reaction felt normal. She might have trusted it less if he had just accepted this.]
Not to belabor the obvious point but you have no reason to completely trust me and we both know it. Since I'm giving this to you on the assumption you need to inject it into me to either turn me human or shut my powers down for a time? I'd be pretty damned stupid to give you a poison vial, wouldn't I Qrow?
But, you have no reason to trust my word on a taste test, so I suggest Varian. He likes me just one iota more than you like me, and he trusts me about the same, so he'll check it to be sure. And he might be a lot of things, including an idiot child at times but he's apparently competent with alchemy.
We can add me taking just a dab of it in front of you if that helps.
[It's appreciated, Vyng. Some of us are not prepared to address our emotional constipation, so it's easier just to have it acknowledged and then summarily ignored.]
Yep. Never spent so much as a night in a city until I was seventeen.
[He grins a little cheekily.]
Gotta say I don't regret the transition to indoor plumbing and central air.
[He's got a shit ton of survival skills but like, beds? Running water?? Fridges??? Just because he doesn't need these things doesn't mean they're not amazing to have.]
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