[Qrow gives him spaghetti! It's hearty and gives a strength boost. Qrow actually lets him eat in silence, just enjoying the spaghetti himself with some of Bender's magic whiskey.]
[ And eat in silence is what he does! He makes no attempt at conversation. He eats a bit slowly, still expecting a barrage of questions. It feels like he's in trouble with the school, or maybe a foster family that will send him back to the orphanage, even though he knows Qrow is another Reclaimer and his world doesn't exist anymore.
It seems the strength boost has acted like caffeine, giving him just enough energy to not fall asleep face first into the spaghetti. ]
[ This is starting to seem suspicious. Qrow wanted to "talk later" which of course means questions. Maybe it's something more sinister? Like drugging him to lock him away somewhere. Or to let Goro finish the job.
He can't bring himself to care at the moment though. ] Sure.
Literally all this thread will be is Qrow feeding Minato seconds while he plays a phone game on his Scroll (fantasy cell phone from home) and then escorting Minato back to his apartment. That's it. Minato gets quiet. And not murder.]
[ Good thread. Unfortunately there's only so much energy that a bunch of strength +1 spaghetti platters can give an exhausted and depressed teenage boy. About three quarters of the way through the third plate he falls asleep. Thunk! Here's your opportunity to do your worst. ]
[ He wakes up while being carried and notes the unhurried way in which Qrow is walking. Hm. If Qrow was kidnapping him wouldn't it be pertinent to gag him or tie him up or sack him or something? So if he's not being kidnapped and he's not being asked questions then what was the point of this exercise? He figures he should tell Qrow that he's actually awake now though. ]
[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.
.... 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.
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It seems the strength boost has acted like caffeine, giving him just enough energy to not fall asleep face first into the spaghetti. ]
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[Riveting conversation here. But Qrow has decided that right now, his only task is to make sure Minato is fed. That's it.]
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He can't bring himself to care at the moment though. ] Sure.
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Literally all this thread will be is Qrow feeding Minato seconds while he plays a phone game on his Scroll (fantasy cell phone from home) and then escorting Minato back to his apartment. That's it. Minato gets quiet. And not murder.]
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Okay then. Qrow will pick him up and carry him back to his dorm, apparently.
Why.]
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I can walk.
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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Okay that doesn't look good for his point. ]
I can do it.
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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"]
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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.
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[And they are at dorms! Qrow stops, shoving his hands in his pockets.] See you tomorrow, kid.
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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. ]