[Holy shit. Qrow freezes, and he stares. This isn't something he has ever encountered when training kids at Signal. This is—this is something else. Gundam is on the floor and panicked and somehow, somehow, that's better than being caught by Qrow. Touched by Qrow.
Qrow steps back. He holds up his hands, to show that he won't touch Gundam. And he wonders what would make a kid abhor touch so much. There are so many answers, and none of them are good.
I can not be touched without the most dire consequences!
To Qrow's ears, it sounds like a child saying he's cursed.]
I had no idea. I'm sorry, kid. I won't try it again.
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Qrow steps back. He holds up his hands, to show that he won't touch Gundam. And he wonders what would make a kid abhor touch so much. There are so many answers, and none of them are good.
I can not be touched without the most dire consequences!
To Qrow's ears, it sounds like a child saying he's cursed.]
I had no idea. I'm sorry, kid. I won't try it again.