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Clover liked to think he was a responsible guy. He was the leader of the Ace Operatives. He kept his team as safe and well-rested as he could, never risking their lives without a thorough consideration of the costs and benefits. He was a dedicated uncle to his niece and nephew. He remembered birthdays and the names of people’s kids and what kind of donuts everybody liked. His apartment was neat as a pin and he flossed twice a day.
So Clover could be forgiven, in his opinion, for having exactly one area of his life where he was a little reckless.
“James, please,” he groaned, as the other man teased him with his fingers. “I need you to…I need more…”
He hadn’t even come in here for this. What he’d meant to do was drop by and give James his warning that he needed to stop working and eat eventually, and that he might as well do so with Clover a bit later once he wrapped training for the night. Instead he was bent over the desk with three fingers inside him, naked as the day he was born.
Clover didn’t even really like fooling around in the office. At least, he didn’t seek it out. Sure, it was thrilling in the moment. It’s just that he was in here so often that if sex was on the table every single time, he’d never be able to focus on anything else. And then everyone would know Clover was sleeping with his boss, and all his credibility would be destroyed. So he tried, he really did, to keep his personal life separate from his professional.
The fact that James kept lube in his desk was a testament to how well that worked.
“Are you ready for me?” James asked, giving his fingers another delicious curl. Clover nodded, biting his lip, not trusting his voice. James tutted at him, as he pulled his fingers out. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to ask for it, Clover.”
The other man stroked his cock, lazy, slicking himself up but just resting the tip at Clover’s entrance.
“James,” he moaned.
“Hmm?”
“Please, James, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me now.”
Look, Clover wasn’t shy about asking for what he wanted, when he had to.
James finally pushed in, agonizingly slow, letting Clover get used to the stretch. When he was fully seated, he rubbed Clover’s back, soothing. “You’re doing so good, taking my cock like that. Gods, you were made for this, weren’t you?”
Was it a little stereotypical? Sure. Plenty of people already referred to him as Ironwood’s attack dog. Or…something less respectful. It would probably surprise exactly no one that when James got all pushy and dominant like this, Clover found it incredibly fucking hot. Which is why nobody could know.
“Now, isn’t this better than whatever it was you were going to do?” James said, as he gave a few experimental shallow thrusts.
Whatever he was going to…he had been about to…what was he supposed to do, before James unceremoniously ordered him to strip? Work. Stop. Food. Later, after…
Training.
“Fuck, Qrow!” he said.
James growled, pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting in, sharply. “That’s not my name,” he said, voice low.
Clover let out a yelp, as James pushed him forward and leaned over him. He dropped his head to where his forearms were braced against the desk as James fucked him.
“That’s not what I–fuck, that’s–mmmph!”
He cut himself off, hand flying to his mouth to suppress the involuntary noises. James just felt so good inside him. The man was wickedly efficient at finding exactly the right angle to bring Clover just to the edge.
James panted, half-collapsed over Clover, pressing a kiss to Clover’s sweaty neck. He shuddered at the feel of it. “James,” he moaned, “I’m supposed to train with Qrow in ten minutes.”
“He can wait,” James murmured, his voice rough. Another sharp thrust had Clover crying out. “Just…tell him you were with me.”
Gods, the man was possessive. Clover wouldn’t put it past him to have orchestrated this whole thing. The other man licked at his neck again, teeth scraping over his skin. Clover whined, pinned in place.
He’d have to cancel. He couldn’t have James literally dripping out of him when he was trying to spar with Qrow. Not that he’d be performing at his best, anyway. The desk was horribly uncomfortable, hard edges digging into his thighs. His poor neglected cock was pinned between his stomach and the desk. He needed at least one arm to support their weight–and James was heavy, on top of him. The other could either touch himself or cover his mouth so the entire Academy wouldn’t hear what James was doing to him.
“You owe me,” he muttered, looking for his scroll. This would probably take a little longer than ten minutes. It was just out of reach, in front of him, where his belt had landed on James’s giant fucking desk. “You don’t even…fuck, James…know how much you owe me.”
He’d been looking forward to this session all week. Qrow Branwen was a difficult guy to score face time with. It had taken a concentrated force of teasing, cajoling, and compliments to get him to agree to spar. This was what happened, when they brought sex into the office. Clover got stupid.
His arm strained as he reached for his belt, all his weight on his left elbow, now. James kept going, with long languid thrusts that drove him to distraction. “I want…gods, that’s…I want a…a nice dinner, after this. And…and croissants for breakfast every–fuck! Every day this week. And…a little help, here?”
James leaned forward, retrieving the scroll from his belt. Clover gasped. He didn’t think it was possible for James to be any further inside of him, but there you go. “You’re welcome,” he murmured in Clover’s ear, as he handed the scroll over.
As he typed out a message to Qrow, with great difficulty, James reached down and idly stroked his cock, teasing him.
Sorry, gotta cancel our session. Something came up with General Ironwoosgsadsgf
It was hard enough to type with his right hand, and then James did that. The bastard knew him too well.
“James,” he panted. His cock twitched at the attention. The traitor. He carefully deleted the last word and tried again.
“Now that we have some time,” James said, innocently. The little rumble of amusement in his deep voice went straight to Clover’s dick. The second attempt didn’t go much better. He accidently hit send on ‘General Ironwoof.’
“Every day,” he panted. “Croissants.”
“Chocolate,” James agreed, gripping his hip and starting up in earnest. Along with Clover, who was rock hard and leaking. He gave a low moan, as James stroked him.
His scroll chirped.
???
cute name
everything ok?
Clover went to type a reply, trying to think of something better than, ‘Can’t talk, getting railed by boss,’ when James plucked the scroll from his hands, setting it out of reach.
“What have I told you about multitasking?” he chided.
His cousin Cedar always said that when you multitask, you half-ass two things. James used nicer language in his aphorisms. But Clover would counter them both that the split was more horizontal than vertical. His whole ass was definitely fully engaged in one thing.
“A nice dinner. And then I want…I want…James, oh fuck that’s…ahh!”
“How about this,” James whispered in his ear. He removed his hand, and Clover made a frustrated whine. “What if instead we got takeout, went back to my place, and then I spend the rest of the night giving you exactly what you want.”
Well. Might as well give James the thing he wanted, then.
“Yes, sir,” he replied, breathy.
James growled, gripping his hips with both hands and setting a punishing pace. Every stroke brushed across his prostate, making Clover see stars. He held in his cries with one hand, lest the entire tower hear what was happening.
And just like that Clover came, barely muffling the sound with his fist. His come spilled onto the desk, soiling it along with his stomach. A few more devastating thrusts and James was right behind him, grunting as he gave in to his orgasm. He panted as he kissed the back of Clover’s neck, again, buried to the hilt.
Well. He’d gotten James to stop working, at least.
After a brief reprieve James pulled out, and Clover couldn’t help the little whimper as he did so. He could feel James’s warm seed trickle out of him. He shivered as James rubbed the small of his back, comforting.
“You did so good,” James said, as he used his handkerchief to clean them off. Mostly Clover. James had barely undressed, the bastard.
Clover straightened, legs shaky, and tried to put himself back together. Gods, he was…he was a mess. The handkerchief could only do so much, and his clothes felt rough against his sensitive skin as he tugged them on. James wiped his come from the desk. They were really gonna need to air this place out.
James came over, pulling him in for a tender kiss. After the intensity of before, it took Clover’s breath away. His heart fluttered as he looked into deep blue eyes, leaning on James for support.
The other man cupped his cheek, fond. “Thank you for indulging me, Clover. I know it’s not your favorite thing, mixing work and pleasure.”
James was the only person Clover had ever been with who said thank you after sex. It didn’t even sound awkward, anymore. Actually, it kind of melted his heart into a pile of goo. A wry smile tugged at his lips. “Well, since you insist on working all the time, it’s about the only way I can catch your attention.”
He fastened his belt, looking down and checking himself over. “Do I…how do I look?”
“You’re gorgeous.”
Clover flushed. That probably meant he looked fucked out. “Not what I was…” he coughed. “Uh. Twenty minutes? You go, I’ll follow?”
“Okay,” James said, a smug smile on his face. “I can order something, if you want? Pizza?”
“Deal,” Clover said. “Pineapple, jalapeno and bacon.”
James’s smile faltered, a bit. Clover pointed at the desk meaningfully. James put his hands up in surrender.
“Of course,” James said. “Whatever you want.”
“Good,” Clover said. If he was going to risk his entire professional reputation over hanky panky in the office, he was damn well was going to get the pizza toppings he wanted. He gave James another quick kiss, before turning to go.
He opened the door wide enough to peek out. It was late, but not that late. And Atlas kept all kinds of hours. Thankfully, the coast was clear. He slipped out, hastened across the rotunda, then ducked into a side hall.
James’s office was impressive, but he wasn’t so full of himself that he had his own private bathroom. The closest one was single occupancy, which was the next best thing, and it was Clover’s favorite one to use whenever James convinced him to fool around in the office. He cleaned himself up as best as he could, but it was something of a lost cause. He was sweaty and flushed, his lips kiss-bruised, and his hair was a mess. Clover rubbed his pin and made a wish that he wouldn’t run into anyone. He really didn’t want his team to know. They might never trust him again, if this came out.
When he was as put together as he could possibly be, he checked his scroll. Ten more minutes, to hide in here like someone’s mistress. It wasn’t a pretty routine, that they had.
It was worth it, though.
The next day had Clover waltzing through the hallways, chipper as can be. He was practically whistling, when he ran into Qrow on his way to the morning briefing.
“Good morning, Qrow!” he said, giving the man a little salute.
Qrow was the best. They’d been hanging out a lot, and it was truly a delight. Clover had never met anyone with an even remotely similar semblance, before. There was an inherent sadness about Qrow that he related to deeply. His own semblance had its share of frustrations. He never knew who he could trust, or who was just using him for his luck. And any time he did well, or something good happened, everyone assumed it was his semblance and not skill. He could only imagine what it was like for Qrow, on the opposite side of the coin.
And yet, the man had a relentless spirit. Besides being just about the most skilled Hunstman Clover had ever seen, he was warm and generous with his family. He was truly an admirable person.
Right now, he was studying Clover with a curious expression.
“You okay, Lucky Charm?”
Clover actually wasn’t quite; it had been a while since he’d had to direct so much aura there, and he was feeling a little sore. But then, it had also been a while since he’d been able to spend a full night with James, and then some. The physical markers were a comfort as much as they were a hindrance. They were a reminder of James’s love, from a man who was so much more comfortable with actions than words.
“Yeah, I’m– “
He smacked his forehead. “I forgot to text you back, last night. Sorry. I, uh, I got back late and I just passed out.”
Qrow chuckled, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. Must’ve been a long day. I tried knocking on your door and you didn’t even hear.”
Clover gave a little fake laugh. It wasn’t especially convincing. “Yeah, I was pretty tired.”
“So, what did Jimmy keep you up so late for?”
“Uh.” Shit. He should’ve come up with a cover story. He was getting sloppy. It’s just that James was so distracting, when they were together. It was hard to focus on anything else. Which is why he had, in fact, been up pretty late. His brain skittered off into a corner, remembering.
“Cloves?”
“What? Oh, uh…just plans for Amity. We went over the plans.”
They’d gone over them a couple times, all told. And again in the morning. He had the limp to prove it. A dazed smile crept onto his face. Gods, how many time did he come last night?
Qrow was looking at him funny. “You okay, Cloves? You seem out of it.”
He nodded, faintly, distracted by the thought of James crowding him up against the door on his way out that morning. “Mmm-hmm.”
They stepped into the elevator. Clover pushed the button for the main floor, where the briefing room was. He’d only just finished the day’s assignments that morning, and he’d been draped in James’s lap while he did it. Hopefully they weren’t too wonky. He pulled out his scroll, checking.
“Your aura’s a little low, is all.”
He froze. “What?”
“You’re not quite up to full.”
He looked down, flipping to the aura monitor. 93%. Huh.
“Do you always check people’s aura levels first thing in the morning?” he asked, playing it off.
“Only when they blow me off and then act weird about it then next day,” Qrow shot back.
Fair enough.
“Sorry,” he said. “Thank you for the concern. I just didn’t get the best night’s sleep, is all. And this morning I…” he searched for an explanation. “I tripped.”
Qrow gave him a flat look. “You tripped. Mr. Lucky.”
He nodded. What were the odds Qrow would buy that?
Qrow smirked. “Did you fall on your ass?”
Low. They were low.
Clover opened his mouth to make a plea for discretion, but two things happened at the exact same time. One, the elevator doors opened and James was standing right there. Two, Qrow rolled his eyes at him and said. “Cloves, you can just tell me you got laid last night. It’s no big deal.”
Clover felt his soul leave his body. He looked from James, in the door, to Qrow, and then back to James. His face flushed red, out of his control.
James looked like the cat that got the cream.
“Sir,” he said.
Qrow looked over. “Jimmy,” he said, by way of greeting.
“Qrow, Clover,” James said, stepping into the elevator. Clover had to scoot back a bit to keep from getting crowded by him. James turned to Clover. “If I could see you in my office for a moment, after the briefing?”
“Of course, sir.”
There had better be a croissant and a cup of good coffee in that office or Clover was never touching him again.
The elevator doors opened as they reached their floor, and the three of them stepped out. James branched off to one side, where his office was, while Clover and Qrow continued down the hall. James gave him a parting look, eyes drifting down in appraisal for a moment.
“I’ll…see you in a little while, Clover.”
“Yes, sir,” he choked out, before hurrying down the hall.
Qrow had to jog a bit to catch up. As he pulled near he opened his mouth to speak. Clover spun around, cutting him off with a finger to his chest.
“Don’t. Say. Anything.”
Qrow put his hands up in defense. “Don’t freak out, all right? You want me to keep your little secret, or to not give you shit about it?”
Clover gave him a pleading look. “Both?”
The other man snorted. “Second one’s gonna be a problem. The first one is doable.” He crossed his hands behind his head, casually. “I could be convinced.”
Clover scowled. “I’m not about to blow you or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not that desperate to keep a secret.”
That was a lie. He was and he would, if he had to. No one else could know about this. And Qrow was…not bad looking. Actually, he was pretty hot. Not as hot as James, of course, but that wasn’t really an apples-to-apples comparison. They were completely different. It’s just that James would definitely have a problem with it if Qrow wanted anything like that, and then Clover would have to lie to him and it would be awful. No use making a bigger problem for himself clamping down on one secret by starting a bigger one.
“Brothers, Cloves, I’m not gonna– “
“Good morning, Uncle Qrow!”
They’d reached the briefing room. Ruby waved excitedly. Clover was a morning person and even he was impressed by her energy. She and Penny were the only ones who seemed half-awake. And Penny was probably programmed that way.
“Yeah, yeah, good morning, kiddo,” Qrow said, a smile tugging at his lips despite his tone. Clover took the opportunity to exit that conversation while he still could, moving to the front of the room.
“All right, Hunstmen, look alive!” he called, as much to himself as to anyone else. “It’s a big day, today, just like every other day.”
Everyone settled into their chairs, waiting for his orders. Teams RWBY and JNR took the front row, eager as always, with Marrow slotting in beside Jaune with an extra cup of coffee. It made his heart warm, seeing his team embrace the next generation. Elm and Vine sat behind them, along with Penny, ready to get out there. Harriet hung to the back, arms crossed, a small smirk on her face. No doubt she was setting herself up against whatever challenge faced the day. Qrow slunk into the back row, giving him an uncharacteristically cautious look.
Well. Something to deal with later.
“All right,” he said, pulling out his scroll. “We’ve got both light and heavy loads going up to Amity today. Plus plenty of work in Mantle. Let’s start with the easy stuff. Jaune, you’re on crossing guard duty again. They…really like you, down there. If you bring back dinner for everyone, no complaints here.”
The blond rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. He needn’t be. Keeping morale up in Mantle was an essential part of fending off the Grimm. Especially with the wall in the state it was. Speaking of…
“Ren, Nora, Elm and Vine, I’ve got you on wall patrol. We’ve heard about increased activity on the southeast border. If you find a hot spot, don’t hesitate to take it out. Elm, you’re on point.”
Elm gave him a little salute. “Got it.”
“That brings us to the main event, Amity. We have two, count ‘em, two airships headed out there today with extremely sensitive equipment. I want Blake, Yang, Marrow and Harriet on the first. That’ll be the hairy one, with the less sensitive supplies. Clear out the site as much as you can. Ruby, Weiss and Penny will be on the second. You’ll have the extra sensitive cargo, hence the extra security. Two people from the alpha team need to hang back until bravo comes in, any volunteers?”
Yang and Blake shot their hands into the air, immediately.
“Great,” Clover said. Noticing Harriet’s offended look, from the back of the room, he added with a wink, “That’ll save us on fuel costs, you two are lighter than Hare and Marrow.”
Harriet rolled her eyes. Marrow looked offended, despite the fact that he was a full head taller than anyone on team RWBY.
“Speaking of, the two of you will come back with the ground team, unglamorous as it is.” Clover said, “That’ll be Qrow, taking the heavy load, along with…me.”
Fuck. He’d made the assignment out of habit. It’s just that he liked spending time with Qrow. It was just…it was long drive, out to Amity. Lots of time to ask questions.
No matter, now. It was done. “All right, Hunstmen?” he called. “Let’s move.”
Everyone sprung into action, eager to greet the day. It was really something, seeing all that enthusiasm.
Except that Qrow made a beeline for him. Clover panicked, stepping back. “Meet you at the truck?” he said, reeling back. After all, James did want to meet with him. Which was not helping his case.
“I…sure,” Qrow said, letting him go, Thank the gods.
It was a conversation for later, Clover thought. After he’d had his much-promised croissant.
Sure enough, James handed him a white paper bag and a steaming cup of coffee when he entered. Gods, he was starving. Clover leaned against the desk as he ate, quicker than he would have liked.
“All that to-do and I thought you would have savored it more,” James remarked, as he sat back in his chair watching. His steepled fingers hid a small smile.
“I only have about fifteen minutes before I need to get to the hangar bay,” Clover said, blowing on his coffee. “Not all of us have a full night to take our pleasures.”
“Oh? Fifteen minutes?” James said, innocently.
“Don’t start,” he warned. The desk wasn’t any more comfortable to lean against than it was to be bent over. “You need a couch in here, by the way. You have more than enough space.”
James raised an eyebrow. “Now what would I use that for?”
Well, that was one idea. The existing options were limited. James was a little too enamored with the intimidation factor of his giant office. So there was the desk, and James’s chair, and the floor. One time James tried pushing him up against the bookshelves and it was ridiculously hot for a second before all the books tumbled down, making an awful mess. If there was one thing Clover hated, it was disrespect for a good book.
“You want me to hang out here more, give me a place to sit.” Clover said. The coffee was still pretty hot, but he managed to take a couple sips. “And no, your lap doesn’t count.”
Not that he was planning on making this much of a habit. He was too stupid when he was around James like that. Not about the job, thank the Brothers, but about his own discretion. Case in point, Qrow. He and James needed to have a conversation about that, but it would be a whole big thing and he really did need to get to the hangar.
“I’ll consider it,” James said. “Pity, though. I was just thinking about how good you looked last night, with my cock inside of you.”
Clover burned his tongue and half his throat on coffee. He coughed into his elbow, sending James a desperate look. “Oh?”
James leaned forward, resting his elbows against the desk as he looked up at Clover. Deep blue eyes caught his, pulling him in. “Hmm. And how perfectly tight you were, in my hands, bent over like that for me. Begging me to take you.”
Clover pushed away from the desk before James could say anything else that might get him any more riled up. “I, uh…I really should get to the hangar.”
James sat back, smug. He looked at the coffee and half-eaten croissant on the desk. “Aren’t you going to finish?”
Clover could finish just from the sound of James’s voice, and they both knew it.
“No, I’m…uh. Full.” He flushed red, backing out. “I’ll check in when we get back.”
“I look forward to your report,” James said. How did he make that sound so filthy?
“Right,” Clover said.
And with that, he turned on his heel and rushed out the door. It was about a five minute walk to the hangar, which gave him about five minutes to scrub his mind of images of James. As if he could.
Qrow let him get about ten minutes and a whole hand of poker into the drive before he started pestering him.
“Why do you let Jimmy treat you like that?” Qrow asked.
Clover frowned. “Like what?”
Was Qrow about to say something horribly offensive? He didn’t seem like the type. Actually, he was precisely not the type, and that’s why Clover liked him. One of the reasons, at least. He was also sweet and kind with his nieces, all the kids really. He was an incredibly skilled Huntsman. Who else could make a scythe work like that, honestly?
“Like some dirty little secret,” Qrow clarified.
“It is a secret,” Clover said. “One that I…I hope I can trust you to keep.”
His heart sped up as their eyes met. He gave Qrow his most plaintive look, searching his crimson eyes for understanding.
Qrow broke contact first. “All right, already, quit it with the puppy dog eyes. I get that enough from Ruby, I don’t need it from you.”
“It’s just really important, Qrow. No one can know–I can’t have that kind of scrutiny on me.”
The Captain of the Ace Ops, from a military family, with a lucky semblance, and screwing his boss? All the respect he’d built over the years would crumble in an instant. Everything he’d worked toward. Gods only knew what his father would say. Of all people, surely Qrow would understand.
Qrow stuck a hand out. There was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. “You have my word.”
Clover took it, but pulled Qrow into a hug. The other man made a noise of surprise, but went along with it. “Thank you, Qrow. This means a lot to me, it really does.”
In a way, it was something of a relief that Qrow knew. If they were going to be partners they couldn’t have secrets. And it was exhausting, lying to everyone like that. It was hard enough hiding it from the Ace Ops. It would be nice to have someone he could be honest with, for once.
“All right, already,” Qrow said, pulling back. “Don’t get all sappy on me.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Clover replied, a smile tugging at his lips. He dealt the cards, the familiar motion calming his nerves.
Qrow leaned back, watching him. “Just watch it, okay? You two are not as subtle as you think.”
Clover rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know. He’s not usually like this. We’re normally very careful about keeping the job separate from…us. Not that it’s not nice, to get the time together, but it’s risky. I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into him this week.”
It had been all week, hadn’t it? Maybe the stress was getting to James, since Amity had ramped up. It seemed like ever since that mission at the launch site he couldn’t keep his hands off of Clover. It was just strange. Usually when the job got too busy Clover would get pushed aside like a stray cat.
“I’ve known James a long time,” Qrow said, fanning out his cards. “And I don’t think I’ve ever seen him focus on anything but the job.”
Clover snorted. “Tell me about it. You don’t know how much work I had to do just to get him to date me in the first place.”
It felt good to talk about this. He didn’t really have anyone he could talk to about James. Not even family. His cousin Cedar had made his thoughts on the matter very clear. It was best to just avoid the topic unless he wanted a two-hour lecture. Not that Clover could even reliably get that, since the borders had closed.
“Oh yeah?” Qrow said. “Bet that was rough for you, finding someone who didn’t immediately give in to your charm.”
“I don’t know,” Clover said, winking. “It could get plenty rough when he did give in to my charm,”
Qrow fumbled his cards. It was too much fun, getting him all flustered.
They played in comfortable silence for a while. It was no surprise when Clover laid out a winning hand. Qrow grumbled, shoving his cards over for Clover to shuffle. As he dealt the next hand, Qrow looked down.
“Hey, uh…don’t let Jimmy walk all over you, okay?”
Clover looked up, surprised. Qrow was studying the floor with great interest.
“Qrow,” he said, smiling. “Are you possibly defending my honor?”
The other man rubbed the back of his head, a blush creeping up his neck. “Don’t let it go to your head. Not that it could get any bigger.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he said. A warmth crept into his heart, one that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Look, just…” Qrow said, finally looking up. “You’re not some side piece. You’re the one with more at stake. If you don’t want to fool around in the office, just tell him to fuck off.”
Qrow was…he was really something.
“I…thanks, Qrow,” he said. He let out a huff of laughter. “Can you even imagine his face, if I did?”
Qrow snorted. “If you do, please invite me. It’s about time someone told him to shove it.”
“Maybe I will,” Clover said, grinning. “Don’t you think that office is ridiculous? It’s half the size of my apartment, and there’s only one gods-damned chair.”
“Well, a second chair would ruin the effect,” Qrow said, shaking his head. “Why sit when you can kneel?”
Clover laughed, full-throated. For all his prickly nature, Qrow had a lot of warmth. Maybe he was someone Clover could trust. He felt free, sitting there talking to Qrow. Even the Ace Ops would never speak about General Ironwood in such a way. But Qrow didn’t care about rank, or tradition. He was just Qrow. And he was a lot of fun to be around.
Life was so interesting, these days. Clover was truly lucky.