Mar 14, 2022
Qrow *sitting alone on a bench, bottle in hand*
A raven lands right next to him and cocks it’s head at him.
Qrow : Leave. You already done enough.
The raven lets out a caw.
Qrow *swings bottle at the bird only to hit the bench* : I said leave.
He looked up to see it flying away, cawing at him as it flew away.
Qrow *huffing and puffing* : And good riddance.
He watched it fly until a cloud covered the bird.
Qrow * a single tear fell* : It’s your fault.