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You look at his extended hand then at him.
“You can’t go from accusing him of stealing Dust or a book or whatever that crazy lady was saying and then act all buddy-buddy,” Coco sharply says.
Qrow retracts his hand and uses it to scratch the back of his head. “Yeah, you’re right. Summer is just pretty nervous about this stuff, she keeps thinking about the kids, y’know? What if the stupid tale gains a following and stupid children dare each other to ‘talk to the Grimm’.”
“Yeah, yeah, think of the children. She’s still a bitch for singling out Picaro.”
“I mean, his DNA WAS in the book, but him just taking out to read on his own is the most sensible option. Whoever posted the book online clearly thought it through, using a stolen scroll far away from the school, why would they leave clear evidence in the library system? Odds are, someone else saw the story while Picaro was reading and took it during the night. You just got unlucky kiddo.”
“She seemed pretty convinced I’m the thief.” You fish for more info. “She must’ve had a reason.”
Qrow laughs. “She had a gut feeling!”
“What?”
“You know those kinds of people? The natural born leaders who take point in any dangerous situation. A blessing until they find an unsolvable question and they latch onto any piece of flimsy evidence and their instincts to pursue it ‘till the end, being a hundred percent sure they’re right and assuming everyone else is just too stupid to understand.”
You shake your head, you don’t know anyone like that. For some reason you feel someone staring daggers in your back, probably the wind.
“Hey, Sum is often right, that’s why I’d follow her to the ends of Remnant, but on the odd occasion she’s wrong, oh Brothers.” Qrow whistles. “For what is worth, the only crime I think your boyfriend-”
Coco chokes on her own spit, Grant snorts and you calmly say, “I’m not her boyfriend.”
“Cute. The only crime your ‘friend’ committed was underaged drinking and I sure as hell,” he takes out a silver flask and takes a sip, “ain’t snitching about that.”
“I don’t trust you, you are not my friend,” you sharply state.
“Guess it’s good instincts for a huntsman in training to not trust strangers even with a badge, good on Theo to have you Picaro Calavera, heard what you did in initiation, real brave stuff carrying a half-dead kid 250 kilometers in the Grimm infested desert while fighting off the Komodo four times.”
“He did WHAT?!” Grant exclaims. Who’d have thought saving Isaac would bring so many problems.
“And you didn’t know that. Me and my big mouth.” Qrow begins walking away. “I should be going, I owe you an apology drink, kid.”
