[Sometimes, when he looks at Blake, he sees that picture of Team RWBY that the girls put up on the mantle at home. And then it hits him like a fist to his stomach: Patch is gone, home is gone, and the photographs Qrow keeps on him are the only things left. The people he loved don't even get graves.
But he did his due diligence for grief when they got here, and again more than once when nothing was on the line and he could afford to spend more time in his cups than out of them. Blake is here now, and cabbage soup is disgusting, and he's going to get his niece's teammate some goddamned fish if it kills him.]
Probably not, but I bet at least one person with a boat will be willing to offer use its use for some of the catch. We can't be the only people here sick of cabbage.
[With his hands shoved into his pockets for that classic Hunched Over Teen walk he does, he gives Blake a nod to signal she should come with him for Fishquest.]
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But he did his due diligence for grief when they got here, and again more than once when nothing was on the line and he could afford to spend more time in his cups than out of them. Blake is here now, and cabbage soup is disgusting, and he's going to get his niece's teammate some goddamned fish if it kills him.]
Probably not, but I bet at least one person with a boat will be willing to offer use its use for some of the catch. We can't be the only people here sick of cabbage.
[With his hands shoved into his pockets for that classic Hunched Over Teen walk he does, he gives Blake a nod to signal she should come with him for Fishquest.]