it's-beginning-to-look-a-lot-like-christmas

(Credit summer-paradise-starvizz)

  • Qrow: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas~~
  • Winter: Qrow, I swear to god, it is the middle of July.
  • Qrow: But just look around us!
  • Winter: Yes my name is Winter and you are, for the time being, living in my house, which has a lot of white furniture. That doesn't mean it's funny to sing christmas carols.
  • Qrow: Fine, fine. So where's the bathroom.
  • Winter: Down the hall and to the right. Anywhere else you need to know the location of?
  • Qrow: How do I get up on the rooftop, click click click?
  • Winter: *Slowly clenches her fists, audibly crinkling the paper she's holding.
  • Winter: Qrow, do you know why you're staying here?
  • Qrow: Cause baby it's cold outside?
  • Winter: No, because you need to conceal your location for the time being so the enemy doesn't know where you are. Your life is at risk. This is no laughing matter, which means no more jokes.
  • Qrow: Okay, okay...
  • Winter: ........
  • Qrow: ...... *Opens mouth to speak, but then closes it*
  • Winter: ......
  • Qrow: .......
  • Winter: Okay fine, one more, but this the last one.
  • Qrow: Really?
  • Winter: Yes.
  • Qrow: *Points to a family portrait, moving his finger from Weiss, to Winter, to their mother*
  • Qrow: Ho Ho Ho
  • Winter: *Knees him in the fucking groin*