[It's a mistake of tense, but Qrow can shove that aside. It's the correction that gets him. His shoulders get tight and then she keeps going and he just really, really wants her to shut up. He doesn't want to think about it. He can't. Doesn't she get that they can't? It's goddamned fingernails scraped through an open gash and now it's bleeding when he can't afford it, again.
Qrow drags out his flask and uncaps it. The swig burns on the way down, and it's no cure but it's a focus. He takes another drink to chase the first down, and he doesn't put the flask away when he's done.]
That's why we don't worry about grammar and assume everyone gets what we mean. Gods.
[Good. Door to the eastern tower. Qrow uses his shoulder to slam it open. The result is a lot of dust stirred up, which incites a heavy coughing fit.
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Qrow drags out his flask and uncaps it. The swig burns on the way down, and it's no cure but it's a focus. He takes another drink to chase the first down, and he doesn't put the flask away when he's done.]
That's why we don't worry about grammar and assume everyone gets what we mean. Gods.
[Good. Door to the eastern tower. Qrow uses his shoulder to slam it open. The result is a lot of dust stirred up, which incites a heavy coughing fit.
Just what this day needed.]