[ No surprise that Clover was punctual as ever. Five minutes to the second he's back in the main house of the compound with a basket of fresh red grape. Washed, too, because he still expects a practical joke and he wasn't going to feed his boyf- birdfriend dirty grapes.
He walks into the kitchen then lo and behold, a black-feathered bird is preening itself on the counter. ]
Uh...Qrow? [ Clover asks, a little too loud. Thinking he's calling out to the man hiding somewhere in the house. Watching Clover make an ass out of himself trying to talk to the fancy pigeon he apparently trained in his spare time. ]
[ Honestly Clover, which is more likely? That Qrow Branwen actually bothered to train a bird, or that he is the bird? Obviously, his intent is to leave the other man guessing for now.
A black bird is unique enough on Erku, but its glossy plumage and striking red eyes should be familiar to Clover. It looks just like the bird that had been periodically following him throughout the city.
When Clover calls out, the bird's head pops up from its wing, beak opening with a pleased clicking sound as it hops towards the edge of the counter and cranes its neck towards the grapes. ]
[ Not too belatedly does it click with Clover that Qrow might not have the level of pettiness let alone the patience to train a wild animal just to fuck with him. Also, and maybe he doesn't know much about birds, but there's just something too alert and aware in the red gleam of the bird's eyes.
Tentatively, and still cautious he was being punked, Clover plucked a grape from the basket and held it out. ]
[ The bird's priorities seem to be the same as the man Clover knows, because it snatches the grape of Clover's hand and begins to tear it apart on the countertop before any answer comes.
Once the sweet treat is wholly consumed, however, the crow tilts its head to eye the cautious human and beeps twice. ]
[ Clover avoids a chunk being ripped off his finger by a hairsbreadth when that sharp little beak snatches the fruit from his hand. Reflexively shaking out his hand he bites back a curse then -
Two calls, two deliberate little sounds.
Things might as well get this weird. Clover holds out his hand like a perch, ]
[ It isn't often that this particular bird deliberately introduces himself to people, but honestly, this is going more smoothly than expected. No screaming in disbelief, no outrage that it was a kept a secret for this long. With a brief fluttering of its wings, the crow hops up onto Clover's outstretched hand, tiny claws gently prickling on skin as it gets settled.
In response to Clover's incredulous statement, the bird bobs its head towards the grapes again. ]
[ There is a lot Clover could say - holy shit springing to mind, for one. Only he doesn't and there was a good reason for that. So much of their lives where it intersected had survived on secrets. From Ozpin to Salem and the Maidens, all of this was still so new even if he hadn't had long to process it. In the grand scheme of things, Qrow should be allowed his own secrets.
Little ones that climbed up his hand and made throaty, plaintive noises with exaggerated head bobs for more grapes. ]
Okay, okay. Let me sit down first.
[ Clover drops onto the window seat in the barely renovated breakfast. Trying not to jostle Qrow's perch as he uses his free hand to gather a tiny hand full of grapes to hold out. ]
[ When Clover sits, the crow takes the opportunity to hop its way onto Clover's much broader shoulder with another flapping of wings for balance and a little scrabble of talons on his arm. No offense to Clover's hand, but his shoulder makes for a much steadier perch from which to pluck another grape from the man's palm.
It also allows for a cozy little headbutt against Clover's cheek.
I'm guessing this isn't some windfall benefit of your Semblance.
[ Clover goes very still, not brushed up on his 'bird lore' to know if sudden movements spooked them. Was Qrow entirely himself still? Obviously he could answer simple yes or no questions but Clover couldn't help but wonder what turning into something with a walnut sized brain did to higher functions.
Then Qrow gives him that little headbutt and he decided he just doesn't care about the details as his heart turns to melted goo. ]
You're such a cheese.
[ Clover reaches up with his free hand to give little scritches around the feathery little head with his fingertips. It was then the lights went on in Clover's head. ]
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duh
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What about the raven?
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yeah i forgot to tell you, my sister and i can turn into birds
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Obviously
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green or red?
are seeds bad for birdfriends
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birdfriends happen to like seeds
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Birdfriends can meet me in the kitchen in the main house. ETA five
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He walks into the kitchen then lo and behold, a black-feathered bird is preening itself on the counter. ]
Uh...Qrow? [ Clover asks, a little too loud. Thinking he's calling out to the man hiding somewhere in the house. Watching Clover make an ass out of himself trying to talk to the fancy pigeon he apparently trained in his spare time. ]
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A black bird is unique enough on Erku, but its glossy plumage and striking red eyes should be familiar to Clover. It looks just like the bird that had been periodically following him throughout the city.
When Clover calls out, the bird's head pops up from its wing, beak opening with a pleased clicking sound as it hops towards the edge of the counter and cranes its neck towards the grapes. ]
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Tentatively, and still cautious he was being punked, Clover plucked a grape from the basket and held it out. ]
Uh, click twice if you're Qrow?
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Once the sweet treat is wholly consumed, however, the crow tilts its head to eye the cautious human and beeps twice. ]
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Two calls, two deliberate little sounds.
Things might as well get this weird. Clover holds out his hand like a perch, ]
No kidding?
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In response to Clover's incredulous statement, the bird bobs its head towards the grapes again. ]
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[ There is a lot Clover could say - holy shit springing to mind, for one. Only he doesn't and there was a good reason for that. So much of their lives where it intersected had survived on secrets. From Ozpin to Salem and the Maidens, all of this was still so new even if he hadn't had long to process it. In the grand scheme of things, Qrow should be allowed his own secrets.
Little ones that climbed up his hand and made throaty, plaintive noises with exaggerated head bobs for more grapes. ]
Okay, okay. Let me sit down first.
[ Clover drops onto the window seat in the barely renovated breakfast. Trying not to jostle Qrow's perch as he uses his free hand to gather a tiny hand full of grapes to hold out. ]
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It also allows for a cozy little headbutt against Clover's cheek.
Apology accepted, apparently. ]
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[ Clover goes very still, not brushed up on his 'bird lore' to know if sudden movements spooked them. Was Qrow entirely himself still? Obviously he could answer simple yes or no questions but Clover couldn't help but wonder what turning into something with a walnut sized brain did to higher functions.
Then Qrow gives him that little headbutt and he decided he just doesn't care about the details as his heart turns to melted goo. ]
You're such a cheese.
[ Clover reaches up with his free hand to give little scritches around the feathery little head with his fingertips. It was then the lights went on in Clover's head. ]
Ooooooh, I get it. 'Qrow'!
Then why do you turn into a grackle?
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