A hand finds the bridge of his nose - massaging the annoyance from his system (or at least attempting to) as the Branwen fights the need to aggressively roll his eyes at the girl’s words. “That’s not... How it works kid. If ya break your hand I can promise ya his face is gonna be perfectly fine.”
Qrow isn’t exactly a specialist in hand to hand - but a former teammate taught him enough to be able to know that punching someone shouldn’t involve any broken bones on your side. At least, not any that you’ve broken yourself. He doesn’t appreciate Oz sending him to handle the kids he can’t though. Rolling his eyes, Qrow covers the distance between them with an easy stride. “Thumb outside your fingers. Ya break your hand punchin’ someone and then you’re jus’ in pain and fucked for what comes next. Do me a favour and don’t be a brat about it yeah?”
Scarred fingers wrap around her hand - pushing her fist into the correct position and testing it against his palm irritably. Her words make him pause, though. Oh how he wanted to take that as a challenge and correct her on the very wrong statement he’s sure she’ll regret later. But he’s being paid to be here he should at least--actually? You know what? Fuck it. “I know that you’re a brat with a temper on ya and Oz suggested I do somethin’ about it fer your own sake. Somethin’ tells me that it’s you that’s forgotten what the real world is like - me? I know more than ya ever will. Now punch my hand without breakin’ any bones so I can go get a drink without havin’ your whinin’ in my ear.”
⇾ @vulpesque 「ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ x.」
