"Okay," Qrow agrees with a shrug, and obediently stands still while Molly pokes and prods gently over the landscape of his palm. The first brushes of their fingers sends a tiny, involuntary shiver up his spine, the thrill of contact with another of the 'Moonblessed' still something he's getting used to. All of them had gotten some mumbo-jumbo explanation about generating Chroma through touch and physical intimacy, and how even holding hands would feel incredible as a result of this ability. Qrow hadn't bought into it in the slightest until he'd experienced the brand new intensity of a touch for himself.
Just like he wasn't exactly buying into the whole palm reading schtick, even while Molly smiles and flatters him. Qrow offers a huff and a little smirk at 'excellent lover' - did he have a reputation that preceded him? He'll take that.
The sword thing - yeah. The well-worn callouses on both hands made it obvious enough that whatever he worked with was both large and heavy. "It's a scythe," Qrow confirms, finding no harm in that. He's also not above a little boasting when he adds, proudly, "Designed it myself."
That smugness softens, however, when Molly continues onto the subject of his family. The reminder of his nieces and their father seems to strike a deeper chord in Qrow, and he goes quiet. The reminder that he can't be there for them is, he has to admit, a little painful. And yet it's heartening to hear, even from a possible kook, that Ruby and Yang will fare just fine without old Uncle Qrow for little while. Might even be better off for it, if he's totally honest with himself...
"Uh?" Qrow snaps back to attention once Molly pauses for effect, his brain catching up with everything he'd only been half-listening to while thoughts of the girls were on his mind. Oh sure, yeah, strong vice: check. But that wasn't much of a secret after Qrow had gone around asking half the transport (probably) where he could get a stiff drink.
At the same time, he has to give points for style. Molly actually had him going for a second, there.
"Could be. Anyone could look at a couple callouses and say I've got a sword, and a guy has to have a family, right?"
aww did you research him :>
Just like he wasn't exactly buying into the whole palm reading schtick, even while Molly smiles and flatters him. Qrow offers a huff and a little smirk at 'excellent lover' - did he have a reputation that preceded him? He'll take that.
The sword thing - yeah. The well-worn callouses on both hands made it obvious enough that whatever he worked with was both large and heavy. "It's a scythe," Qrow confirms, finding no harm in that. He's also not above a little boasting when he adds, proudly, "Designed it myself."
That smugness softens, however, when Molly continues onto the subject of his family. The reminder of his nieces and their father seems to strike a deeper chord in Qrow, and he goes quiet. The reminder that he can't be there for them is, he has to admit, a little painful. And yet it's heartening to hear, even from a possible kook, that Ruby and Yang will fare just fine without old Uncle Qrow for little while. Might even be better off for it, if he's totally honest with himself...
"Uh?" Qrow snaps back to attention once Molly pauses for effect, his brain catching up with everything he'd only been half-listening to while thoughts of the girls were on his mind. Oh sure, yeah, strong vice: check. But that wasn't much of a secret after Qrow had gone around asking half the transport (probably) where he could get a stiff drink.
At the same time, he has to give points for style. Molly actually had him going for a second, there.
"Could be. Anyone could look at a couple callouses and say I've got a sword, and a guy has to have a family, right?"