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[justoscar]

[The question was met with a moment of silence as the wheels in Oscar's mind turned against his will. He recalled last Summer, when the blasted Bear was making them all act different-- and the Wizard in Oscar had temporarily taken a more obvious hold. The encounter he had with Clover over a casserole came to mind... as did the obvious sounds of Qrow moving around upstairs despite Clover insisting he was home alone at first.

This--]

Uncle Qrow wouldn't have sleepovers with a stranger, would he???

[Bingo.

Little did Oscar realize that this was the exact thing that Qrow had indeed done while they were in Deerington.... with someone that most people in the house was at least somewhat acquainted with.]

[onekindsoul]

Hey! Uncle Qrow is the coolest old man in town. I would party with him any day.

And we're not going to have it in their bedroom. We're going to make a pillow and blanket for in the living room and have it there.

With movies and popcorn.

[entreats]

[ Just that one simple question from Oscar is enough to make Ange realise that he now understands very well what she was thinking of, and why she was telling them to not crash this particular 'party'.

And while she's mentally apologizing to Oscar's innocence - it was for his own good, okay!! - Ange realises there's still one disaster left here. ]

Ruby.

[ There's something almost pleading in her tone. What was it again that the other had talked about before? Sheesh, she really has to think.. ]

They're not actually having a party. They're doing taxes.

[ But to not ignore Oscar's wild, yet legitimate question here-- ] Though I also don't know if he would be doing.. taxes.. so casually with a stranger.

[justoscar]

[The Wizardly understanding was there, but so was Oscar's base demeanor-- the one that's full of sass. ]

I dunno... I've heard that getting another set of eyes on the taxes helps. But, I don't think he's worked on them with anyone but Clover.

Well. I hope so, anyway.

[onekindsoul]

Taxes? Seriously!?

Blegh! Leave it to old men to call something like that a sleepover!

Gross-

They can at least get the innuendos right, am I right?

Sleepovers are serious business.

[entreats]

You'd think they would avoid a word like 'sleepover' exactly because of this.

[ Because it makes eager people like Ruby and Oscar want to jump on it and join in! Please, old men, think of the consequences of the words you're using. ]

[onekindsoul]

I can't imagine Uncle Qrow saying slumber party.

But I could be wrong there.

[entreats]

I guess that means it's his new friend using that wording then.

[ Oscar did say he heard it from that Break person, right..? ]

Do you know him? Or is Oscar the only one of us who's spoken to him?

[bolstafir]

[Qrow, meanwhile, is watching this go down the way one watches a trainwreck--slowly, and with ever-expanding horror. The kids were never supposed to know about spending that night at Break's place, and he knows for all he protests he can make that there was nothing salacious that went on that evening, he is aware the children's target is officially locked. They will sparkle at them hopefully every time they so much as interact with each other. And Oscar has the capacity for his old trick of stalking as a bird, now.

His face is in his hands.]

I am not "doing taxes" with Xerxes. I told you guys, the weather was really bad that night and I stayed at his place because it was close by.

[Also, he's not sure if he should be flattered or offended that they think he wouldn't have casual sex with a stranger??? That was pretty much his entire M.O. before Clover.]

[onekindsoul]

I should have known, guys!

Uncle Qrow hasn’t done his taxes my entire life and I don’t think he’s going to start now.

So- we can come to the next sleepover, right?

[bolstafir]

Ruby...

[Does he have the energy to even ask if she still means "taxes" or if she means actual taxes. Does she really not realize he sleeps around. Please send help. His face is in his hands.]

I have been around the block, you know.

[A half-hearted protest. What's the use, honestly.]

...But yeah. If we have one, sure. You'll be the first invited.

[onekindsoul]

Of course- I know you've been around the block. We went for a walk just the other day. You don't have to tell me that.

[Sorry Qrow, so sorry.]

That'd be great! But only when you're comfortable with your new buddy. I don't want you to think I don't think you can make friends on your own.

[entreats]

For the record, I was helping you out.

[ .. relatively speaking.

But would you rather have had Ruby and Oscar pounce you and Break, Qrow? ]

[onekindsoul]

The betrayal.

[entreats]

I was helping you out too!

[ Please, Ruby. Don't do this to her heart. ]

You're not ready for these old man sleepovers.

[bolstafir]

I'm going to throw myself back into the ocean and embrace squidhood.

[entreats]

Surely you can handle a little bit of Ruby and Oscar being themselves better than that.

[ .. says the person who can't handle Ruby half of the time, but ssh. ]

[justoscar]

He made it sound like a fun sleepover, though. The kind with snacks and movies-- better than the boring sleepovers where you and Uncle Clover got your bedrooms mixed up!

[bolstafir]

[WHY THIS.]

...I literally just. Slept in his guest room. That was it.

[justoscar]

Did you, though?

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[spiritwalks]

[A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS. A few days late, with pot shots ready for fire.]



Stayed at his place because you were ♥♥mushroom hunting♥♥ you mean....

[onekindsoul]

Is that a thing people do here?
I mean I guess it is the main food source in town.

[spiritwalks]

Sure. Get a load of these beauties

[bolstafir]

[..........]

please never say mushroom hunting like that ever again
or preferably just at all

[spiritwalks]

But he sounds like such a fungi.