[He wasn't opposed to teamwork per se, but Qrow was more interested in why they had even been tasked with chasing down butterflies in the first place. A new Shinki, he still needed to master the use of the Borderline and found himself armed with a net instead.
A rather large net, on a long pole.
Testing, he gave it an idle twirl in his hands-- as if it were a weapon rather than a tool for safely catching the fragile insects. Following that motion, he gave it a few cursory swings in the same manner that a sword or staff would be used, callused hands gripping the handle with the comfortable ease of a practiced fighter.
He was paying enough attention to his surroundings, but whose to say that someone wouldn't accidentally wander into his way?]
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[Maybe the poor girl stuck with the dogs really did need a hand-- or, maybe the dogs just needed another something to play with. Regardless of what was reasonable or right, Qrow decided to do the one thing that everyone else was trying to resist:]
Here, puppy, puppy, puppy~
[With the dexterity of someone well practiced in the art of discretion, Qrow had slipped off with an entire plate of salted fish and was dropping pieces of it down from the safety of a low hanging tree branch.
The puppies scampered around, barking and whining in excitement at this unexpected feast-- and Qrow just sat there with the widest, proudest grin on his face.]
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Teamwork. Right.
[He wasn't opposed to teamwork per se, but Qrow was more interested in why they had even been tasked with chasing down butterflies in the first place. A new Shinki, he still needed to master the use of the Borderline and found himself armed with a net instead.
A rather large net, on a long pole.
Testing, he gave it an idle twirl in his hands-- as if it were a weapon rather than a tool for safely catching the fragile insects. Following that motion, he gave it a few cursory swings in the same manner that a sword or staff would be used, callused hands gripping the handle with the comfortable ease of a practiced fighter.
He was paying enough attention to his surroundings, but whose to say that someone wouldn't accidentally wander into his way?]
Rest
[Maybe the poor girl stuck with the dogs really did need a hand-- or, maybe the dogs just needed another something to play with. Regardless of what was reasonable or right, Qrow decided to do the one thing that everyone else was trying to resist:]
Here, puppy, puppy, puppy~
[With the dexterity of someone well practiced in the art of discretion, Qrow had slipped off with an entire plate of salted fish and was dropping pieces of it down from the safety of a low hanging tree branch.
The puppies scampered around, barking and whining in excitement at this unexpected feast-- and Qrow just sat there with the widest, proudest grin on his face.]
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