[It has yet to stop being strange to Qrow, when people simply don't really react when they hear about his Semblance. He feels almost like there is a shoe he should awaiting to drop, but it never comes. He swallows the slice of his pancake and tries not to look as rattled as he feels as he watches Gerry's expression and finds nothing has changed there. Perhaps he simply has a poker face on the level of Ozpin, but .... the thought buries itself in the far reaches of his psyche that perhaps Gerry simply does not care.
Qrow cannot imagine why; they are not family, they are too freshly acquainted to even be rightly considered friends. He grins at Qrow's awkward attempt at levity like it's actually funny. He stares at him a little longer, his expression clearly still asking the question he doesn't dare put to voice--are you really okay with this? It doesn't bother you that I'm cursed?]
...Yeah? Who're the Fairchilds? Do they go out hunting those manifestation things?
[Another piece of pancake gets speared and chewed, before he adds:]
Didn't know you were a teacher.
[All the ones he knows can fight Grimm, even ones like Oobleck, with non-combat subjects.]
no subject
Qrow cannot imagine why; they are not family, they are too freshly acquainted to even be rightly considered friends. He grins at Qrow's awkward attempt at levity like it's actually funny. He stares at him a little longer, his expression clearly still asking the question he doesn't dare put to voice--are you really okay with this? It doesn't bother you that I'm cursed?]
...Yeah? Who're the Fairchilds? Do they go out hunting those manifestation things?
[Another piece of pancake gets speared and chewed, before he adds:]
Didn't know you were a teacher.
[All the ones he knows can fight Grimm, even ones like Oobleck, with non-combat subjects.]