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~ Broken Moon ~
"I break everything around me."
As if to prove his point, the dishes in the sink on the other side of the room suddenly shift. A glass topples over the edge and shatters on the floor.
"Need I say more?" Qrow asks, one eyebrow raised.
"Fortunately for you, I'm good at fixing things," Glynda says.
And, with little more than a wave of her weapon, the glass is whole again.
"Good for you," Qrow replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you'd get sick of cleaning up after me eventually."
"You can't be certain of that."
And she's stubborn enough to make good on that claim, although he is certain that she'd grow to resent him after a long enough time, even if she refused to admit it and stayed.
He doesn't respond to what is obviously a challenge, instead choosing to disengage.
"You're being awfully quiet over there, Oz," he addresses the third person in the room. "I almost forgot you were there."
"Well, you see..." Ozpin replies slowly. "I was wondering why you didn't simply do the dishes before they piled up that high?"
As if this is actually about the broken glass.
"One of them would get broken eventually anyway, so what does it matter?"
"There's a difference between accepting inevitably and inviting it to come crashing down upon you at every opportunity."
"You have a point," Qrow concedes.
Ozpin notes that he in no way agreed with the point, despite having acknowledged it.
The dishes remain undone that day, and the two of them leave.
For a few days, he is almost convinced that he's actually driven them away.
The next time they come to check on him, the dirty glasses aren't piled quite so high in the sink.
~oOo~