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[napstar]

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[blodsvorr]

You're awake, huh? [Qrow will set Minato down.] You just fall asleep like that normally, or is this a special occasion?

[napstar]

Not usually while eating.

[blodsvorr]

Then I guess you're really wiped. Don't worry, I'll leave you to rest back at your dorm.

[napstar]

... Good talk.

[ Get fed and don't say anything. It's pretty much ideal, but it also wasn't anything at all? Man, adults on the moon are weird. ]

[blodsvorr]

[Qrow rolls his eyes.]

Well, I'm sorry for thinking a kid who passes out into his spaghetti isn't really up for conversation. Next time, just break the ice yourself.

[Who said this person on the moon was an adult.]

[napstar]

What gave you that-- [ YAAAAAWWN.

Okay that doesn't look good for his point. ]

I can do it.

[blodsvorr]

[It sure as fuck doesn't. Qrow folds his arms.]

Really. So you're feeling up to discussing what you should be working on in class tomorrow.

[yup that was the talk he meant, it was "so, your personalized lesson plan"]

[napstar]

Yes. [ He thinks Qrow is talking about "working on" the situation with Goro Akechi. Please put this idiot to bed. ]

[blodsvorr]

[Qrow raises his eyebrow (they're still heading to dorms because Qrow isn't done walking) but okay.]

You've got dodging pretty well covered, but you're not dealing out much damage. So either you can focus on improving that, or you can work on developing your support skills.

[napstar]

... Sure. [ This must be lead up to talking about Goro. Something to make Minato more comfortable before that subject is brought up. ]

[blodsvorr]

Which do you wanna start with? I'll set up the sims tomorrow to suit whichever it is.

[napstar]

[ Bards are support classes in every videogame he's ever played, so. ] Support.

[blodsvorr]

Sure. We'll start on that.

[And they are at dorms! Qrow stops, shoving his hands in his pockets.] See you tomorrow, kid.

[napstar]

.... Okay. [ What. Is that it? Where's the conversation about what happened in class?

Well whatever it's time for SLEEP. He yawns as he heads back into his apartment, where he will promptly collapse in his bed and fall asleep in whatever clothes he's wearing.

He'll wash the spaghetti off tomorrow. ]