gatorade is almost juice it’s just the fruit part that’s artificial
[QROW.........]
but good i’m glad they haven’t blunted from all this lying around i work hard on my pointy goth image you know it’s like going to the gym but in the opposite direction
[The edgy gym for goths: Points. No curves of any kind allowed.]
wow had you and yang been secretly hanging out before october she's clearly infected you with her punnish ways but the question is when she had the time
[Yang isn't here. She went home, but she isn't dead. That's what Ruby had said, and what Raven had more or less confirmed as well. Joking about her eases the knife that doesn't want to leave his ribs most days, the one that takes everything as his own shortcoming or failure.
Clover shifts against him, and Qrow finds himself leaning into the other man in response, tilting his head so his cheek rests against Clover's hair. With his own voice, he mumbles:]
....Hair's fluffy. Should keep it like this.
[Says the man who uses a mountain of product to maintain the "just rolled out of bed" look, probably.
Then, through text:]
meh better than last week? which is a little like saying a brush fire's better than a volcanic eruption but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[oh no who allowed Qrow to get emoji up in here. rip.]
You think I'm this dedicated to the whole luck thing without being into play on words?
Yang and I punderstand each other
[ Clover could read the mood even with his brain swimming in cold medicine. Qrow was sick with more than this death flu and worry could be just as debilitating as a virus. If cracking a few jokes was a balm to that he'd play along.
Arm pinned to Qrow's side as they rearranged themselves, Clover had to speak. ]
You'll have to pry my hairgel from my- [ A pause, gears spinning. ] -from my sweaty jock hands.
[ A near miss. Clover freed up his arm holding his Fluid, switching back to text. ]
like saying a fall off a cliff is better than fall of a mountain because the trips shorter
[He actually snorts out loud at "punderstand each other", and Clover gets the weakest playful shove in history.]
dammit okay you win this round next time you won't be so lucky
[hohohoho a parting stealth shot. :3c Also, nice save there. They will pretend this never happened just like the failed James joke and that is totally and completely very healthy. Everything is fine in here.]
They're super sweaty. You could almost think you've got a second Semblance there.
[.......look, excessive sweating is probably a semblance someone out there has had, okay. Shut UP.]
i mean we've literally jumped out of airships but again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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qrow
do you even know what a juice cleanse is?
because i assure you it's not this
ur elbows are sharper than knife to the gut btw
pointy goth bird bone sumabitch
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it’s just the fruit part that’s artificial
[QROW.........]
but good
i’m glad they haven’t blunted from all this lying around
i work hard on my pointy goth image you know
it’s like going to the gym but in the opposite direction
[The edgy gym for goths: Points. No curves of any kind allowed.]
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which is in some fruit
so technically correct
the worst kind of correct
[ Qrow... ]
guess you can say ur
'rough around the edges'
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also that was terrible and you should feel terrible about it
[He says, while grinning stupidly.]
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terribly on point you mean
[ There was a pause. Nothing passing between them but the sound of their near synced breathing and the drone over the ceiling fan.
Clover sent back one more text before turning on his side. Curling in until his forehead rested in the space between Qrow's shoulderblades. ]
feeling any better?
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had you and yang been secretly hanging out before october
she's clearly infected you with her punnish ways but the question is when she had the time
[Yang isn't here. She went home, but she isn't dead. That's what Ruby had said, and what Raven had more or less confirmed as well. Joking about her eases the knife that doesn't want to leave his ribs most days, the one that takes everything as his own shortcoming or failure.
Clover shifts against him, and Qrow finds himself leaning into the other man in response, tilting his head so his cheek rests against Clover's hair. With his own voice, he mumbles:]
....Hair's fluffy. Should keep it like this.
[Says the man who uses a mountain of product to maintain the "just rolled out of bed" look, probably.
Then, through text:]
meh
better than last week?
which is a little like saying a brush fire's better than a volcanic eruption but
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[oh no who allowed Qrow to get emoji up in here. rip.]
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Yang and I punderstand each other
[ Clover could read the mood even with his brain swimming in cold medicine. Qrow was sick with more than this death flu and worry could be just as debilitating as a virus. If cracking a few jokes was a balm to that he'd play along.
Arm pinned to Qrow's side as they rearranged themselves, Clover had to speak. ]
You'll have to pry my hairgel from my- [ A pause, gears spinning. ] -from my sweaty jock hands.
[ A near miss. Clover freed up his arm holding his Fluid, switching back to text. ]
like saying a fall off a cliff is better than fall of a mountain because the trips shorter
That emoji mocks me with its glibness
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dammit okay you win this round
next time you won't be so lucky
[hohohoho a parting stealth shot. :3c Also, nice save there. They will pretend this never happened just like the failed James joke and that is totally and completely very healthy. Everything is fine in here.]
They're super sweaty. You could almost think you've got a second Semblance there.
[.......look, excessive sweating is probably a semblance someone out there has had, okay. Shut UP.]
i mean we've literally jumped out of airships but again
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯