Qrow stared at the other boy in disbelief as the room fell immediately into tense silence. Taiyang remained in the newly-opened doorway, a duffel bag at his side and his face ghost white as he returned the glare. Raven shifted awkwardly in her seat upon one of the open beds in the dorm, and the girl sitting next to her rose as she smoothed out her frilly black skirt with her hands.

"Hi! You must be our 'T'!"

Taiyang finally managed to tear his eyes from Qrow's, and fixed them instead upon the face of his new leader. She stood at about his shoulder level, and her milk chocolate brown hair hung in choppy strands all around her face. Her eyes were an unusual, ghostly silver, and almost seemed to match her sparkling white teeth in the bright lights of the dormitory. She grinned wide as she closed the distance to him, her ivory cape fluttering gently behind herself. Upon reaching Taiyang, she offered her hand, the nails painted white. Taiyang accepted it with a gentle grip, and shook.

"…yeah. Taiyang Xiao Long. Call me Tai," he instructed as he looked back to Qrow. The Branwen boy was seething as he remained leaning up against the wall, arms folded as ever.

"Summer Rose. Welcome to Team STRQ, and… Tai, what's wrong?" the girl inquired as her cheery grin faded to a concerned frown. Summer looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Qrow's face, before looking back up at Tai and seeing a mirrored expression of venom. "…oh no. What happened?"

Taiyang opened his mouth to speak, only to flick his eyes toward Raven first. The move proved to be a mistake, as his blood ran cold at the death glare he received. He shut his mouth once again, before clearing his throat and letting out a small laugh as he looked back down at Summer. Taiyang twisted his expression into a smile with a not insignificant amount of effort, and let go of her hand.

"Nothing! Nothing at all. I just… forgot something, back home in Patch. I'll go home next weekend and grab it, no big deal," Tai said as he fought to keep his eyes on Summer. She hiked a brow, obviously unconvinced, but decided not to press him as she returned to her ever-present smile.

"…sure. Well, welcome to our team! This is Raven, and her brother Qrow. They're twins."

"Imagine that," Tai said flatly as he approached Raven and offered a hand. She took it, and gave him a nod.

"We've met, briefly. Good to see you again, Tai."

Qrow took a deep breath and approached the pair, before offering his own hand. Tai accepted the gesture, and the pair of boys locked each other in a vicelike grip. Neither broke eye contact as they shook, and neither was willing to be the first to let go.

"So, you know my sister, huh?" Qrow asked as he feigned ignorance. "Small world."

"Too small, some might say," Tai shot back as he finally relaxed his grip. Qrow gave Tai's hand one last painful squeeze, and the blonde shook it out slightly as he withdrew and put it back into his pocket. "Raven seems cool to me. Hopefully you're cool, too."

For once, Qrow hesitated. He narrowed his eyes and looked Tai over slightly, finding the boy's expression to be entirely neutral. After an awkward pause, he stuffed both of his hands into his own pockets, and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

"…I'll be cool if you are." Once again, no one in the room made a noise as the two boys stared at each other, neither wanting to move.

"So… are you two done comparing dicks yet? I mean, I know you both think you're adults, but I'm not stupid, and you're acting like infants."

Tai slowly turned to face Summer with an expression of surprise. Qrow gawked and Raven snorted quietly to herself, as Summer stood with her arms folded and an annoyed glare at the two boys.

"Well?" she demanded as she transitioned her hands to her hips.

Qrow and Taiyang exchanged a quick glance, neither quite sure what to say. Taiyang let out an almost pained noise as he looked back over to Summer, and nodded firmly.

"Yeah, we're done. Sorry, Summer."

"Good!" Summer said with a sense of finality as she dropped her arms back to her sides and began to smile once again. "We've got actual things to worry about, right now. Classes start tomorrow, we've gotta divide up duties around the dorm, and I am not swimming in testosterone while you beat your chests at each other from across the room for four years."

"And neither am I," Raven added as she got up and moved to stand beside Summer. "Are you ready to get down to business, and start laying down some house rules?"

Tai dropped his bag to the floor and dusted off his hand on the side of his shorts, as Qrow slipped past him and took his sister's former seat. The blonde cleared his throat, and moved to take his place beside Qrow.

"Sure thing."

"Then let's not waste any more time," Summer replied. "What do your schedules look like?"

Roman's fleet of clothing racks wheeled to a stop just behind him, and the last escort stood silently as he kept the rolling suitcases in his grasp. Bartholomew blinked several times at the spectacle, and raised a finger as he opened his mouth to speak, only for his companion to interrupt.

"Please tell me I can borrow some of your clothes! Boy shirts are the best thing ever, especially when they've already been worn for a day," Kali practically sang as she leaned this way and that, eyeing up the selection of garments swaying lightly on the racks.

Roman's grin only widened as he leaned down and ran his slender fingers along the edge of Kali's right cat ear. He allowed the digits to pass down and around the large golden ring at the base, and he finished by cupping her chin.

"For an adorable little kitty like you? Anything."

Kali flashed a toothy smile, and Bartholomew bent his finger slightly as he noticed Roman's eyes resting upon her chest, rather than her face. The taller boy finally stood straight once again and corrected his gaze, ignoring Bartholomew entirely.

"So, who might you be?" he asked.

"Kali Moonglove," the girl replied as she bounced on her heels, hands clasped behind her back. "Nice to meet you, Roman. And also, thanks."

Roman shook his head and put his arms out of the sides in a dramatic shrug. "What can I say? And you… you're either 'O', or 'A'. I'm guessing 'A'?" he tried as he offered Bartholomew a hand.

"…incorrect. Bartholomew Oobleck. Your leader, and… are you certain that all of that clothing is going to fit within the room? We only have two closets, and they need to accommodate four people," Bartholomew warned as he accepted the shake and then brought his hand back to his side.

Roman laughed lightly, and rubbed his chin between a thumb and the side of his pointer finger. "No idea, my friend, but not knowing is half the fun. If I can't bring it all, then I'll downsize. I'm not that much of a diva. Usually," he finished with a playful wink at Kali.

"Good. Our dormitory needs to be functional, before all else. After all, we have four years to look forward to together, and I'd like to keep things equal between us, as much as possible," Bartholomew replied.

"You got it, boss-man," Roman said with a snap, which he finished by inclining a pointed finger toward his leader. "So hey, where's 'A', anyway? Inside?"

"Yeah. His name's Adam, and he's another faunus. A bull," Kali said with a hint of caution in her voice. She flicked through some of Roman's clothing as the boy chuckled and made his way to the door.

"Guess I'd better go grab him by the horns, then. Let's get this show on the road," Roman said as he twisted the doorknob and stepped inside. He flagged his entourage to begin wheeling his clothing in through the door, and Bartholomew moved to follow. A quick, surprisingly strong hand clasped around his wrist, and he looked down to see Kali's face full of worry.

"Barty… I think he means well, but… I also don't know, yet. If he turns out to be some racist instead of just being playful, let me handle it, okay? I can fight my own battles."

Bartholomew furrowed his brows, and drew his mouth into a conflicted grimace. "Be that as it may, as leader, I would still like to t-"

The sentence was interrupted by an exasperated cry through the doorway, loud enough that both Kali and Bartholomew flinched.

"What the hell are you wearing, my friend?"

Kali's eyes widened as she sucked in a breath. "Oh, shit! Let's get in there, before he gets ripped apart." She wrenched Bartholomew's arm before he even had a chance to reply, and dragged the much taller boy along with her and into the room.

Adam Taurus stood in the entrance to the kitchenette to the right of the door, looking incredibly embarrassed as Roman eyed him up from his place at the opposite wall. Roman's entourage stood in the center of the rather spacious room, the clothing racks assembled into parallel lines and suitcases piled atop one of the beds. The three older men looked at each other and moved to squeeze past Bartholomew and Kali and enter the hallway, while Roman began to approach the faunus boy.

"I mean, really- it looks like you've been wearing that for nearly a week, now, and it's even got a torn sleeve! Where's your Beacon uniform? You know they're giving us multiple sets later this week, right?"

Kali stepped forward and reached out to put a hand up on Roman's shoulder. She squeezed tightly, and yanked backward to get him to stop his advance.

"Roman. Don't," she seethed, only for the boy to tilt his head in confusion. Bartholomew took up position on Adam's other side, and snatched his wrist.

"Eh?"

"I have been wearing this for a week," Adam replied through clenched teeth as he narrowed his eye. He was still clad in the worn and stained t-shirt in which he had met Raven and Qrow, alongside the dirty pants and bandanna across his eye. "As for my uniform, I'm saving it for tomorrow. Wearing it now would only make it dirty. What's it matter to you? Afraid I'm going to make you look bad?"

Roman scoffed as he snaked his way out of his teammates' hands and began to advance once again, his fringe bouncing softly as he shook his head.

"Hardly. It's my concern because you must feel awful stuck in that dingy… whatever it's supposed to be. You have no other clothing?"

"Is that not abundantly clear? Not everyone can afford wheeled racks and silk scarves," Adam fumed as his teammate came within arm's length. He fought back the urge to attempt to strangle the other boy, his face turning red with both the effort and his humiliation. Kali and Bartholomew hurried to catch up to Roman once again, only to stop abruptly as he put an arm out behind himself with his palm open. Slowly, he turned the gesture into a point, directed at the door.

"You two. Into the hall. Give the man some privacy."

"Excuse me?" Bartholomew demanded. "Just who do you think you are, and why should Kali and I leave? I'd wager you're about to get your nose forcefully driven back into your skull on account of your current antics, and we're trying to stop that from happening."

Roman spared a glance over his shoulder, and rolled his eyes. "I think I'm Roman Torchwick, savior of fashion and common decency for our poor brother, here. Now, give me ten minutes alone with him, and don't ask questions."

"Roman," Kali warned as her ears flattened. "You're being a total ass right now, and Barty's right. What's wrong with you?"

"No," Adam interjected, his voice an eerie calm as he balled his right hand into a fist. "I agree with him. Go out in the hall, and leave this to us. I'll take care of it, if he won't stop."

Bartholomew let out a ragged sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "As much as this seems like a bad idea that could result in an abundance of paperwork… I'll allow it. You've ten minutes to yourself to convince him not to beat you into paste, Roman. Come, Kali. You wanted to speak to me in private, anyway."

Without another word, he whirled on his heel and set out for the doorway at a brisk pace. Kali gave Adam a sympathetic look, before swiping his katana off the nearby bed and moving to follow. She closed the door behind herself, and Roman sighed dramatically as he turned to face Adam once again.

"Finally. Now strip, if you would."

Adam continued to glare at Roman with a narrowed eye for several moments, before his brain processed the request.

"I… what?"

Roman cast his eyes to the ceiling, and huffed. "Strip, my good man! If you three are going to force me to repeat everything I say for the next four years, we're going to need to install child locks on the windows before I throw myself out of one. Take off your shirt, at the very least. Start there, if you're going to be a prude about the rest."

"Why?" Adam demanded, his confusion and frustration clear within his tone. His cheeks reddened even further, and his breathing quickened to an erratic staccato. "You're one more sentence I don't like from me jumping and throttling you, and it isn't going to take me ten minutes to get the job done."

"Is it not obvious?" Roman deadpanned. "I'm giving you clothing, you stupid cow."

Adam balked and made a disgusted noise, torn between leaping at Roman for the insult and following up on the offer. His mouth twisted into a sneer as he took a step backward, and finally let curiosity win out over anger. "What? Why?"

Roman put a hand to his forehead, and grumbled to himself in frustration. "Do I really need to spell it out for you? We're part of a team, you look and likely feel like you crawled out of a sewer, and I have far more clothing with me than necessary. Have you showered, recently? Have you ever showered? Are you aware of what a shower is?" Roman asked sarcastically as he lowered the hand and cast it outward.

Adam felt as though his brain had shut down. All he could do was stare, his chest alternately tightening in anger and feeling numb.

"…yes, I showered this morning, and… I still don't understand. All of this has been your way of offering me… clothing? Your clothing?"

"Finally, he gets it, and can miraculously form sentences of more than two words," Roman pointed out with a series of condescending claps. "Take. Off. Your. Shirt. Come on, we've got very little time before the others come traipsing back in, expecting me to be a stain on the floor. Unless you want to be parading around in your boxers in front of those two, I'd suggest you hurry."

Adam sputtered softly, before looking down to the ground with a sigh. He carefully began to lift his shirt up and over his head, while taking great care to keep his blindfold in place. The garment came off to reveal several long, raised scars upon the flesh of his chest and back in scattered patches. His stomach and pecs were incredibly well toned and tight despite his thin frame, and his arms were slender, but muscular. Roman whistled and folded his own, far thinner arms across his chest.

"Wow. You must be a hit with the girls."

Adam finally found the nerve to look back up at Roman, and felt a small pull at the corner of his mouth despite his efforts to stop it. "Not… exactly. Not that I've tried."

"Well, you should. Scars and muscle are… as if, my friend. Don't offer that disgusting thing to me," Roman said with a wave of his hand as Adam held out the balled shirt. "If anything, we should burn that rag."

Adam's sad smirk grew a bit larger, and he let the offending cloth drop to the ground. "Can we? I'd be all for it."

"I don't see why not. We'll make a night of it, over drinks that I absolutely did not smuggle into the school," Roman offered as he made his way to the clothing racks. "You look to be about my size, which is incredibly fortunate for you. I'm thinking… navy blue? Or black. Black seems like your color."

"…black is good," Adam agreed as he hesitantly approached Roman from behind. He was nearly knocked to the ground as Roman whirled with an enthusiastic grin, holding a black, suede, button-down shirt with long sleeves.

"Here. Classy, comfortable, and an opportunity to show a few scars, if you leave the top buttons open. Go ahead."

Adam gingerly took the hanger in hand and examined the shirt before peering over the top at Roman, who had again begun to rifle through the racks.

"How… expensive was this?"

"For you? Free," Roman replied as he muttered something to himself within the endless walls of clothing.

"That isn't what I asked," Adam countered as he slowly and carefully pulled the shirt from the hanger and turned the soft material over in his hands. "How did you afford all of this?"

"Don't worry about it," Roman replied. "Just take it. I've got more than one of each of these. Consider it a welcome gift, or whatever."

Adam made a thoughtful noise, and began to slip himself into the shirt. The material was comfortable against his chest and fit well enough, and he found his shoulders relaxing slightly at the sensation of fuzzy fabric against this flesh. He worked to fasten the buttons in silence, until Roman turned once again and grabbed for his hands.

"No, no, no! What are you, a fuckin' priest? Never do the top button!" Roman chided as he slipped his free hand through Adam's. Roman undid the button closest to Adam's neck and then moved his hand downward to open two more, before patting the open sections of collar off to either side. "And would it kill you to show a little skin? If you've got it, flaunt it, and you've definitely got it. I'm trying to help you out."

Adam kept his hands close to his collarbone, feeling just a bit scandalized as he watched Roman mess with his shirt. He looked down at the end result and balked, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he noticed the top of a scar peeking up through the open buttons.

"Is that not a bit… much?"

"No, not at all. It looks good on you," Roman reassured with a smile. Slowly, his smile turned to a frown, and then a full-on pout as he watched Adam's brow furrow. "Now what?"

Adam looked up from the scar to Roman's eyes, and spoke slowly as he tried to keep his tone neutral. "…you called me your 'brother'."

"I did, yeah. We're part of a team, now, and in it for the long haul. Get ready for some bonding, my friend. Chasing tail, pissing off the side of highways, breaking rules as we please, that sort of thing. You've got the look of a rebel, and I'm not the type to worry too much about what we can and can't do, according to the handbook," Roman explained.

Adam idly played with one of the buttons on the flap of his collar as he regarded Roman curiously. "It's really that simple to you, is it?"

"I don't see why it shouldn't be," Roman replied nonchalantly as he shifted the hanger in his hand to a more comfortable position.

"And yet, you also called me a cow," Adam pointed out.

"Uh-huh. Act like a dumb animal, and I'll treat you like one. I did it to get your attention, so chill out, alright? It's not gonna be some common thing. Now, take off your pants. Are those oil stains?" Roman asked as he held up a pair of acid-washed jeans on another hanger.

"…no, not quite," Adam admitted as he unzipped his pants and slid them down to the floor. Roman blinked several times and leaned back slightly as he cleared his throat.

"Whoa-kay, so you don't wear underwear. Noted."

Kali leaned her head back into the door with a hollow thud, and let out a frustrated groan as she hugged her knees.

"What are they doing in there? I bet they're boning. Adam's on top, of course."

Bartholomew shook his head from his position next to her, his eyes trained on the pages of his book. "I'm not sure, but I've not heard anything that sounds even vaguely like murder thus far, so let's give them another five minutes. Additionally, the way you're sitting, you've been flashing your panties to every student who has come down the hall for our duration out here."

"Cool. I hope they enjoy the view," Kali countered as she waved to a male student who spared her a glance as he passed. The boy blushed profusely, and Kali gave him a wink before resting her head on Bartholomew's shoulder. "Are you always this blunt and honest?"

"Yes," Bartholomew replied simply while turning a page.

"I like it. It's refreshing. Way too much bullshit going on, and too many bullshit people. It's…"

"…bullshit?" Bartholomew offered, with a hint of a smile.

"Yeah, that. It's weird hearing you curse. Kinda hot, too," Kali offered before yawning.

"We've only just met, you know. Perhaps I curse more frequently than you. You've no way of knowing," the boy replied.

"Yeah, I do. It just doesn't fit your whole vibe, you know?' Kali replied.

"No. No, I suppose it doesn't," Bartholomew agreed. "I tend to save it for special occasions."

"Am I a special occasion?" Kali asked as she batted her eyelashes at him.

Bartholomew paused as he looked at her sideways for all of a moment, before returning to his book. "You're certainly special, Miss Moonglove."

Kali giggled, and bit at her companion's earlobe.

"Gah! Why are your teeth so sharp? And why are you biting me, for that matter?"

"Getting you used to it. Eventually, you just might find it fun," Kali teased. Suddenly, she heaved a dramatic sigh, and rapped the back of her hand against the door as she raised her voice. "Hey, are you two almost done in there!?"

"Keep your ears on, woman! I'm helping him put on pants!"

Bartholomew's eyebrows raised at the voice through the wall, and he gave Kali an impressed look. "It would seem that you were right. And here I just thought that your mind lived perpetually and baselessly in the gutter."

"Never said it didn't," Kali clarified. "Still- I guess they make a cute couple. What a shame."

Kali's words turned into a cry of surprise as the door was pulled open from within, and she found herself falling backward onto the floor of the room while desperately clinging to Adam's katana. She looked up to find Roman standing over her, upside-down.

"I mean, you knew I was going to open the door eventually. Totally your fault."

"…shut up," Kali groused as she righted herself and turned. Bartholomew turned with her, and the pair of them stared on in stunned silence as Adam moved to stand beside Roman, sporting his new outfit.

"…hello again. I don't think we were ever actually introduced," he began as he offered Bartholomew his hand. "Adam Taurus."

"Bartholomew Oobleck," he replied as he closed his book and accepted the shake. "You look rather… comfortable, in that. Is everything alright, now?"

"It is, yes," Adam confirmed. "Roman gave me clothing, as you can see. That entire exchange was his way of doing so… however unconventional it may have been."

"What can I say?" Roman asked as he flipped his hair. "I do things my way, or not at all. And Adam, you're not getting away with wearing one outfit for your entire career as a huntsman. By accepting those, you've become my personal dress-up doll and muse, until the end of time. Or until you start buying your own clothes, whichever comes first," he clarified.

"What a cruel and terrible fate," Adam replied as he rolled his eye and turned to walk back into the room. Roman moved to follow, and the rest of the team brought up the rear as Bartholomew closed the door behind himself. Kali rushed forward to fuss with Adam's shirt and trace her hands over his chest as he tried to bat her away, while Bartholomew shook his head and began to pace.

"Well. With that settled, I suppose we should have our first formal team meeting. We need to coordinate schedules, assign chores around the room, and discuss several other things that you all might not have thought of."

"Things like what?" Kali asked as she gave up and flopped backward onto one of the beds with a defeated sigh.

"Things that are practical, and would be good to know. How about something like… cooking skills?" Bartholomew offered. "Are any of you capable of cooking? If not, I can run the kitchenette, and cook for us every so often. I've taken several classes, read books, and usually cook for my family at least twice per week."

"Cooking's fun," Kali cut in. "Though, I'm more of a hold-meat-over-campfire kind of girl. It's what I grew up with. That being said, I did learn a thing or two from Mom and my sisters, through the years."

Adam nodded as Kali offered him his katana, and he strapped the sheath to his belt. "I… am aware of many basic recipes. I'd rather not get into details as to why."

Roman smirked as the other three looked at him expectantly. "So, I'm guessing you think I've probably never cooked a meal in my life, given the fact that I have butlers? Not so, actually. I cook all the time, and I'm damned good at it."

Bartholomew smiled encouragingly as he moved to take a seat upon one of the beds. "Excellent! Well, then perhaps we can all teach each other, as time goes on. It's going to save us a lot of money, in the long run."

Roman nodded, and sat beside his leader while crossing his legs. "Besides. You'd have to be some kind of idiot not to have basic cooking skills by this age. Am I right, or am I right?"

Raven stared blankly at the pair upon the bed across from her. She held a pencil in her hand, which hovered a few inches above the clipboard in her lap.

"…so neither of you can cook anything at all? Not even an omelet?"

"I almost burned the house down trying to make popcorn, once," Taiyang mused as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"My cooking skills begin and end at macaroni and cheese. The boxed kind, of course. After all, what else do you need?" Summer added helpfully.

"…grilled cheese sandwiches. Obviously," Taiyang interjected as he gave Summer a sidelong look.

"Oh, yeah, that's true. Grilled cheeses are great."

Qrow looked up slightly from his hunched over position beside his sister, his head still in his hands. "So you two are planning to live off of cafeteria food, boxed macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese, and given the way you two act, just plain old slices of cheese when you're too lazy to do anything with them?"

Taiyang nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Isn't that how most academy students live, anyway? Oh, speaking of, put pizza on that list."

"And don't forget takeout," Summer added. "There's a deli down the street that puts fries, eggs, and jalapeno cheese on their steak sandwiches. It's to die for."

Raven scowled. "Do you want to be most academy students, or do you want to be better? Qrow and I learned to cook as children, and we're all eighteen, now, or else we wouldn't be here. You two need to step it up. We can help by teaching you, but you need to take it seriously. Somehow, I don't think pizza is going to be available on stakeout missions or long hunts that drag on for days or weeks beyond what we anticipate going in."

Summer nodded along with Raven's words, before standing. "Raven makes a good point. As team leader, I officially declare that we are all learning to cook. Or, well… you and I are learning to cook, Tai."

"Yeah. Sure," Taiyang grumbled, clearly uninterested in the prospect.

"You'll thank me later," Summer said reassuringly as she patted him upon the shoulder and returned to her seat.

"Trust us. It's a useful skill, even if you drop out, for some reason," Qrow added. "It's one of those things everyone should know."

Summer let her hand slip from Taiyang's shoulder, and raised her arms into an overhead stretch. "Now, with that out of the way, is there anything else we need to figure out for week one? We've got classes, chores, cooking, and a shopping list sorted out. I figure that should hold us, for now."

Qrow cracked his neck, and then his knuckles. "What about the bathroom? Who cleans that, and when?"

Taiyang raised his hands defensively. "Not it. Not every single time, at least."

"Relax," Raven said with a sigh. "There's one for the boys, and one for the girls, on each floor. They're communal- we don't have our own. That being said, it's a fair question. I'm assuming we're all just responsible for keeping it clean?"

Summer shrugged, and shook her head. "Dunno. But, I do know that all of the team leaders on a floor are supposed to meet every week for the first half of the year, and then every other week for the second half. I'll bring it up at the first meeting, and get you an answer. That does sound reasonable, though."

"Well, mission accomplished, it sounds like," Taiyang said as he leaned back and dragged his feet up onto the bed. "I claim this bed, by the way. Now and forever."

"Then this one's mine, just so Raven has to move," Qrow said with a grin. His sister rolled her eyes and stood, only to walk away from him and to the bed on the opposite side of Taiyang, near the entrance to the kitchenette. Qrow scowled as Taiyang smirked.

"Fine. Then this one's mine," Raven said as she deposited herself atop the mattress.

"And that leaves me next to you," Summer finished as she took the bed at Qrow's other side, near the far wall. "Let's try to get some actual sleep. We all have class early tomorrow, and this is the first impression that the professors are going to get of Team STRQ."

"…thanks for that. Now, we're never going to sleep," Taiyang complained.

"Why not?" Summer asked. "Don't be nervous. Just be yourself."

"Oh, no, don't do that. Being yourself is how STRQ will get a terrible reputation," Qrow joked.

"Not as bad as the one they'll get from your condescending attitude all the time," Taiyang countered with narrowed eyes.

"Both of you shut the hell up, or I'm going to go and sleep on the roof," Raven warned.

"Alright, everyone breathe," Summer instructed. "…then shut the hell up, get changed, and go to sleep. I swear to the gods, it's like living with toddlers."

Author's Note:

There's no way any of this could possibly go wrong. Next update on Friday.

-RD