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flightofaqrow · 2 years

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qrow x Bartholomew Oobleck ( @erudite-rebel ) [tw: suggestive]

qrow texts Barty a pic of his bare torso, slightly obfuscated from the waist down by the pond somewhere in vale he’s taking a nice little soak in.

[ sms to qrow ] well that’s not very nice. you know i’m in class right now don’t you?

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qrow texts Barty a pic of his bare torso, slightly obfuscated from the waist down by the pond somewhere in vale he’s taking a nice little naked soak in.

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Barty has a pardon for some scroll use in class, chiefly on quieter work days between lectures. It’s only because sometimes he needs to answer his own and would rather not look like a total hippocrite.

When it buzzes he pulls it out, expecting Port to continue their argument on subterannean Grimm, and instead see’s it’s Qrow. He can’t help but smile, opening the attachment-

And suddenly going quite still, as his cheeks heat up.

He blinks and then hastily glances around at his students. Everyone has their heads down over their papers, a few are sleeping. No matter.

[ sms to qrow ] well that’s not very nice. you know i’m in class right now don’t you?

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his scroll buzzes against the ground even sooner than qrow expects. he reaches a lazy arm over grass to pick it up and hold it up over the water leaning back against the earthen edge.

tempting misfortune to allow technology to short circuit the same way he tempts his boyfriend. but in both cases all his birdbrain can say right now is fuck it.

he grins at the message on the screen, growing all the more Cheshire while plunking out a reply. two small words, daring further conversation by stating smug intent.

always braver in open air.

[ txt: Barty ] i know

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Barty’s quick to lift the scroll again. He ought to be working. He should ignore Qrow and focus on what he needs to be doing, and respond to him after class like a responsible adult.

He won’t.

He raises an eyebrow at the text before typing back.

[ sms to qrow ] ah so you’re deliberately rude then. i see.

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there’s lots of things Barty should do in life. and if he followed every single one of them he’d never be with someone like qrow.

maybe that’s why it floats so nicely to qrow’s head to remind him. bring out the rebel in him. like they’re still two adolescent boys.

but with very adult needs. needs that know no boundaries like responsibility.

qrow chuckles light at such a weak attempt at chiding, half-imagining the angry vibration of the phone like sassing wings flitting in his face, and the water ripples around the rhythmic shake of his abdomen.

[ txt: Barty ] rude? i’ll show you rude. gimme a minute.

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Oh boy.

He bites his lip for a split second before stopping, trying not to give any sort of tell to his class at large, and his face goes blank. No need to televise what’s going on in his head.

Still, he doesn’t want Qrow to stop, even if it will possibly get him in trouble.

[ sms to qrow ] you know you are stirring a lancer nest.

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qrow might be up to something.

might be making more ripples and knocking loose silt, getting dirty even in fresh water. but there’s no evidence given yet to reveal anything at all.

just more snide commentary and anticipation. why else do this?

nothing easy in qrow’s life, or anyone who signs up to share it with him.

[ txt: Barty ] you say that like a lancer nest in my lap /isn’t/ something that would’ve already happened in my life.

#* he always did have a thing for investigating the occult = erudite rebel *#* the world is too quiet without you nearby = earth and sky *#* i gave you my life = past *#* save that for when you're older = suggestive *#* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive *#they're hornballs your honor

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