Look at him, just sitting there, minding his own business. He hasn't had kissy in what feels like hours.Was it only ten minutes ago? Maybe. But that pout on his face says its been hours.
Clover can feel the fiery glare of those crimson eyes on him and it's making him warm in this cheeks. The Ace-Op leader is trying his best to escape the conversation he's been roped in by a few other military huntsmen and he's trying his best to return to Qrow who seems to be annoyed he's been abandoned. They're not the only one who visit this place it seems.
It takes another minute, one to long, and Clover is back in their little corner of the cafe with the promised hot drinks in hand.
"If looks could kill, Songbird, you'd be the number one huntsman in all of Remnant."
Clover chuckles softly as he sits besides Qrow and beneath the table he takes Qrow's ringed hand to hold, lacing their chilled fingers together.
"What's wrong? You're still sulky. I brought you something to warm you up."
Clover can still see the scowl on Qrow's face.
Gods, this man. The one time Qrow chooses to be silent when he's usually so loud with defiance and rebellion. Still. Clover smiles fondly at him and verdant eyes melt while looking at Qrow, as they always do. Aren't they a little to old to be behaving like jealous teenagers? Oh well.
Clover chuckles again before leaning in and kissing Qrow's prickly cheek. Qrow looks to him finally, meeting a grinning smile, and that's when he receives his promised kissy. Clover presses a soft kiss against those warm lips, melting together.
That's one way to warm up after patrol through the snowy streets of Mantle.