#trickshottruths

‘Okay, move in quickly, get what you can take, and go.’ He thought to himself as he dropped down, sensing a few figures trying to figure out what was happening before he moved in, quietly opening the door and grabbing a few things, food and medicine primarily. Just time to leave, but as he turned around and let his senses go again only to see someone who had found him out, a taller confident looking woman with her arms folded.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this a great many times but, this isn’t what it looks like?” Obi was weighing his options, he had enough aura for one blood manipulation but not in a way that he could get away clean. Had to try and talk this way out of it. “Or would you accept, I need these more than you?” 

Clover raises an eyebrow at the huntress. He’s smiling at her, but it’s with wonder if she meant those words genuinely or if she’s taunting him. Clover couldn’t tell from her smile. Instead, he places a hand on his hip and will play nice for now. 

“I couldn’t have done it without your help. Thank you, by the way.” He removes his hand from his hip and he extends to her for a friendly shake, smile turning warmer. 

The eyes that peaked out from under the hood were a deep violet, not silver, and the situations were wildly different, but Qrow couldn’t help but feel almost nostalgic. The feeling was gone almost as soon as it came. Robyn was too much of her own person for the shades of Summer to do much more than remind him of the past.

Qrow’s grin softened when she asked her question, and he swept the woman in a gentle embrace. “Of course, Spitfire,” he said in a low, amused rumble. Her pouting lips looked so kissable, but Robyn had been so vulnerable today that kissing them now, without her express consent, seemed like it was taking advantage of something.