@littleblackqrow asked: They were just sitting together on the couch, and while the TV was playing, Qrow had stopped paying attention. His head was in Clover's lap, and Clover's hand was combing through his hair. It was incredibly relaxing. So content was Qrow, in fact, that he turned his head to deliver a very light bite to the top of Clover's knee. Unsexy? Yes. It probably also tickled. [ unprompted ]
Almost like a cat, Qrow finds a way to gain some sort of affection. Despite Clover's best efforts in finding something he and Qrow would equally be interested in watching together, Qrow always ends up in Clover's lap or on his chest or against his shoulder, much like a cat seeking warm affection. Clover doesn't seem to mind it.
One hand lovingly combs through Qrow's black feathery hair and the other brings another honey pretzel stick to Clover to munch on. These cooking competition series have the man way more than entertained but invested.
Which is why Clover jolts when a minor pain runs through his kneecap. Did Qrow just bite him? This again? Gods. Clover hasn’t any understanding of this love language, but it makes him laugh.
"Ow, hey!" Clover looks down at Qrow and chuckles. He messes up Qrow's hair affectionately to retaliate before he leans down to kiss Qrow's forehead.
“Stop!” A kiss. “Biting!” Another one. “Meeeee!” One more. For good measure.
