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[huntsmengalore]

“How long are you going to stand there?”

He's not the same kid he used to be, and it's not the same man he'd lost as a kid. But that was the beauty of time and meeting people. It happened over, and over, and over again.

random misc dialogue … sentence starters @clockwork---heart || Ren

Li takes a moment to make sure that what he's seeing isn't merely an illusion or a dream. A shaky breath escapes him, feeling his chest caving in recognition.

"Is that really you, my little Lie?" He slowly approaches, reaching out to grasp his son's shoulders. Sure enough, he is real and alive. He pulls Ren in and wraps his arms tightly around him.

"Thank the gods, you are safe."

[caeloservare]

"You wanna color with me?" Asked as Oscar just. Walks into James's office. Pushes aside some of the paperwork on the desk and sets a box of crayons and a coloring book down. "Studies show... when you take a 5 minute break to color.. Um.... your mind is rested!"

The general wanted to politely decline, but before he did, his documents got pushed to side of the desk.

His shoulders dropped a little. He already lost that one. Can't say no now.

"Of course." He gave Oscar a tired smile. To be honest, he didn't want to color, because he felt that if he relaxed, he'd fall asleep, and he had no time for that. But then again, he'd do anything for Oscar. The boy deserved better. "How do I help you with that?"

[caeloservare]

James @ Roman

[qrowings]

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

From Yang!

gentleness action prompts

Qrow has to hunch down to really set his chin on Yangs shoulder, peering at her screen and trying to figure out what's on it.

"Are you looking at pictures of cats with grimm helmets on their heads?" He finally asks.

[caeloservare]

James enters his office to Oscar sitting in one of the chairs, legs folded and a book in his hands. He's really channelling Oz for this posture.

He's got his own mug sitting on the corner of the general's desk, while a plate sits front and center for James. A steaming steak sandwich and a side of roasted potato salad on the plate. He's even being so nice as to let James have coffee if that other mug is for him... As long as he also drinks a glass of water with it, based on the large glass sitting next to it. Poor James isn't escaping drinking water that easily.

"Hi James. All of Atlas is clowning on you, you know? Can you eat a full meal so they shut up?"

And stop texting me? He's still not over Roman somehow having his number.

It is Ozpin's posture. It seems like a "you're in trouble with the immortal higher being" posture.

But the meal seems... tasty. Maybe even nice.

"Not all." It surely did not reach the Mantle. Yet. Nor the villages further north. Probably.

He is going to carefully sit in his chair. Give him a moment. Then he will slowly eat his sandwich, not spilling anything, because his desk must remain clean.

"Thank you, Oscar." It's actually delicious. Very thoughtful as well. Please ignore how touched he obviously is.

[caeloservare]

📱 Are you really getting heckled by all of Atlas over your self care? Again? 🕊️

📱 You haven't remodeled the kitchen attached to your living space right? 🕊️

[Several minutes pass]

📱 Good, you haven't. 🕊️

Now that sounds threatening. Oddly terrifying even.

📱What are you doing in my kitchen?

He should check his kitchen, shouldn't he...

[caeloservare]

Oscar puts a single cookie on James's desk. We don't care that you don't like sweets today James. You get a cookie.

Well, he doesn't have a choice, does he.

At least he will bite the cookie and smile at Oscar. The very minimum. No one said he has to eat the entire cookie.

[ein-schnee-sturm]

"Why are you worrying? They really care about you, Weiss." Ren, you should not just be tasting people's emotions without warning or explanation. A lot of people have never met a grimmling your age that isn't a threat.

"If you think you did something wrong, just ask them."

Rude though it may have been, tasting their emotions was probably the only way Ren would know what Weiss was feeling; even now — perhaps especially now — expressing what they felt was most definitely not the white-haired teen’s strong suit. Beginning to slightly rock from side to side (when had they become comfortable enough with Team JNPR’s resident empath to openly stim in front of him?), Weiss frowned softly.

Their shaking hands were shoved as deep into the pockets of their borrowed jeans as they could go. “I know — I know they — when Yang and I got here — ” They invited me into the hug like I was family. For a perhaps too long moment, the fox couldn’t find words, and when they finally did… the swordsman sounded more brittle — more fragile — than Ren had probably ever heard them before.

“Neither said anything, and I don’t know how to ask.”

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