Oh man, arguing with a bird...

Qrow had seen some real lows in peoples’ lives, largely his own, but this was a new one. Granted, this bird also happened to be a person, but Hazel couldn’t have known that. Far as the big guy probably knew, he was picking a fight with a 20 ounce ball of feathers.

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He’s pleased with the result, but needs a little moment to catch a breath before explaining his antics.

“You’re about as challenging as a solid barbell, but less predictable and nicer to hold.” He huffs and smiles. “More fun, much closer to the organic situation in which I might need to use some serious strenght. Concluding - more challenging in total and so - better training.” Or maybe he just enjoys it a lot and the rest is addition to it.

“Besides, seems you could use some work on your landing technique.” That surely was a grin just now, while he offers Hazel a hand to help him up.

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So far, in Barty’s experience, Hazel Rainart wasn’t verbose. He showed up to help at Beacon, and after a very tense few moments where everyone presumed he was going to attack on sight he’d more or less joined the Vale defenses. The big man was not exactly the kind for small talk.

So that? That was right out of left field.

James groans under sudden weight so unceremoniously dropped on him, but it quickly turns into chuckle as he instinctively tries to curl under Hazel but can't. Bit of wriggling proves he can't really move much, which somehow is even funnier.

James humms as his thoughts go back to his work only to come back to Hazel right away. The softness, the warmth, tickling of hair, bit chappy lips on his forehead. At this very moment, his work just doesn’t matter.