[It's said in Remnant that a Semblance reflects someone's personality, or perhaps the other way around. Either way, it's always been a difficult thing for Qrow, to know the unique ability of his soul is...merely to cause harm by existing.
Back in Atlas, Clover had brushed him off with a joke and a wink, and he'd been shocked then. This, however, feels a step even beyond that. To hear that he is a harbinger of misfortune and find it less troubling than other things you've seen before, to find it less important than his chosen actions .... it's almost a little alarming, like it's too good to be true. Qrow's head jerks back up, and there's something in his gaze that seems like it's searching Gerry's for sincerity or a lack thereof. He doesn't know what to say. With Ruby, he'd gone on a walk after telling her because he was too afraid to see her reaction in real time. With Clover, the man had wandered off to pursue the Geist further while Qrow was left to process the other's reaction on his own.
Gerry doesn't appear to be going anywhere, and there is no room for Qrow to escape. The younger man pushes his own plate of pancakes toward him, and he just sort of stares at them haplessly, struggling to reboot his brain enough for any kind of proper response. He's never .... told anyone about this and been offered reassurance about it, even in those rare experiences where its existence simply didn't matter to the other party. He certainly has never been offered pancakes.]
...Uh. I--no, it's...fine. I don't mind.
[He legitimately is enough of a human garbage disposal that syrup soggy pancakes are still edible. And to highlight this point, he just spears off a section of one and starts chewing it. It's easier than accepting Gerry's share, anyway.
There's a dreaded awkward silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds, then he sort of huffs an uncomfortable sound that's not quite a laugh.]
Launching off cliffsides is the preferred training method at Beacon, anyway.
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Back in Atlas, Clover had brushed him off with a joke and a wink, and he'd been shocked then. This, however, feels a step even beyond that. To hear that he is a harbinger of misfortune and find it less troubling than other things you've seen before, to find it less important than his chosen actions .... it's almost a little alarming, like it's too good to be true. Qrow's head jerks back up, and there's something in his gaze that seems like it's searching Gerry's for sincerity or a lack thereof. He doesn't know what to say. With Ruby, he'd gone on a walk after telling her because he was too afraid to see her reaction in real time. With Clover, the man had wandered off to pursue the Geist further while Qrow was left to process the other's reaction on his own.
Gerry doesn't appear to be going anywhere, and there is no room for Qrow to escape. The younger man pushes his own plate of pancakes toward him, and he just sort of stares at them haplessly, struggling to reboot his brain enough for any kind of proper response. He's never .... told anyone about this and been offered reassurance about it, even in those rare experiences where its existence simply didn't matter to the other party. He certainly has never been offered pancakes.]
...Uh. I--no, it's...fine. I don't mind.
[He legitimately is enough of a human garbage disposal that syrup soggy pancakes are still edible. And to highlight this point, he just spears off a section of one and starts chewing it. It's easier than accepting Gerry's share, anyway.
There's a dreaded awkward silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds, then he sort of huffs an uncomfortable sound that's not quite a laugh.]
Launching off cliffsides is the preferred training method at Beacon, anyway.