R-right. Lined towards victory. [ If his hands were not preoccupied at the moment, he'd draw a line in front of his face with his hand. At least he's focused enough not to let go of her do to that!
The woman, for her part, turns a glare up at Qrow. I don't have anything to share with the likes of you, she says, before spitting on the ground.
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R-right. Lined towards victory. [ If his hands were not preoccupied at the moment, he'd draw a line in front of his face with his hand. At least he's focused enough not to let go of her do to that!
The woman, for her part, turns a glare up at Qrow. I don't have anything to share with the likes of you, she says, before spitting on the ground.
Attractive. ]
Sooo...that's a bust. What do we try now?
[ ...He's not great at this. ]