But of course we know why, it is because he is a menace!
[Break lifts his head so he can raise his voice as he tosses this sentiment in his omen's general direction. Baltus continues to be very pleased with himself, rolling back and forth, until:]
How did you even catch him? Have you left a window open again?
[The omen stops moving for a few seconds, legs in the air. Then he flips abruptly and scurries back to the kitchen. He sure did leave the window open! Break sniffs in somewhat mollified disdain as Baltus departs and settles down again, shifting to give Qrow a little more space on his giant pillow pile.]
...I am, ah. Dreadfully sorry about that. I suppose he's -- well, I'd meant to call on you also, but it's the sort of day that just won't start, you know, so -- probably he's pleased he could bring you to me, it's one less person to worry about.
[He is babbling a little, noticeably different from his usual silver-tongued sing-song. Break is embarrassed, now that they are both here. Not by being caught in a blanketfort, no; blankets improve your life and Break is not sorry. Rather, he really had meant to get a move on in checking on all his own people, and having one of them show up out of nowhere instead feels a lot like having a grown-up walk in on you and see your giant mess when you really were just about to clean your room, honest. That feeling of being caught misbehaving when you were not actually committing any real misbehaviors but the sensation of having done wrong is heavy all the same.]
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[Break lifts his head so he can raise his voice as he tosses this sentiment in his omen's general direction. Baltus continues to be very pleased with himself, rolling back and forth, until:]
How did you even catch him? Have you left a window open again?
[The omen stops moving for a few seconds, legs in the air. Then he flips abruptly and scurries back to the kitchen. He sure did leave the window open! Break sniffs in somewhat mollified disdain as Baltus departs and settles down again, shifting to give Qrow a little more space on his giant pillow pile.]
...I am, ah. Dreadfully sorry about that. I suppose he's -- well, I'd meant to call on you also, but it's the sort of day that just won't start, you know, so -- probably he's pleased he could bring you to me, it's one less person to worry about.
[He is babbling a little, noticeably different from his usual silver-tongued sing-song. Break is embarrassed, now that they are both here. Not by being caught in a blanketfort, no; blankets improve your life and Break is not sorry. Rather, he really had meant to get a move on in checking on all his own people, and having one of them show up out of nowhere instead feels a lot like having a grown-up walk in on you and see your giant mess when you really were just about to clean your room, honest. That feeling of being caught misbehaving when you were not actually committing any real misbehaviors but the sensation of having done wrong is heavy all the same.]