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[color=#ff00a5]“They’re nonperishable, snake. They won’t be going bad anytime soon.”[/color] Skav shook a particularly old can of clam chowder in Blue’s face, expression one of schooled nothingness. Mentally, they were ringing church bells and dancing through meadows. They were seeing a future and holding onto it tightly, hoping, hoping to actually experience it and see it. A future with the Qrow, a future with a manic Blue, a future with the sky above them clear of smog and full of music and life and God. It was an intoxicating vision. Skav never imagined that they could ever have a life outside of this mask and this city ever since Arya ruined them, but now it all seemed to make sense. Running again-- why had the thought never crossed their mind? As Skav packed away more boxes and cans and bottles into plastic bags, they stole glances at Blue, committing the details of this man to memory once more.

It was hard to remember that they were younger than the boy when he was a solid five foot six and emotional. 

Skav was, in age, still a child. They hadn’t even hit twenty yet and here they were, downing alcohol almost every night and committing gang atrocities. Was there anything else teenagers did? Skav couldn’t remember what a normal life was like, really. Most teens were not often packing up to get out of town because their sister was a sociopath bent on killing secrets. Some would be in college, pursuing higher education, and others would be finding an honest living elsewhere. Skav tried to imagine themself as a student, sitting in a class with books bought by their mother and father and learning about the human psyche with a few dozen other listeners. It wasn’t realistic in the slightest, but it was still something to think about. Skav shoved the image in the back of their mind for later dissection as they grabbed hold of the remaining few plastic bags and moved them closer to the door.

They turned slowly, fully intent to start working on packing away the few belongings that were scattered across the room, and nodded as Blue went off to collect his own belonging from the bathroom. Skav really didn’t have much to pack besides food and a few colorful sweaters-- when they first ran away they had nothing but the clothes on their back and their father’s stolen (or, perhaps at that point, inherited), and now everything seemed to be the same. 

Feet drifted aimlessly across hard floor, digging into the pile of clothes Skav left in front of the bathroom silently. There were only two that weren’t bloodstained, and the rest had gone ratty and dull with age and experience. They folded the sweaters slowly, appreciating the heavy fabric they bore, and passed them to the side, thinking hard about what else they would really need. Their knife was--

Skav nearly clocked Blue when they felt the swish of wind and suddenly saw the flash of metal, but their feathers smoothed at the familiar glint of the multicolored butterfly knife. [color=#ff00a5]”Thank you.”[/color] They mumbled, slipping the knife into their back pocket smoothly. Watching Blue walk off, Skav suddenly remembered the cash they had stashed beneath their mattress. As the boy left their apartment with a few bags, they wandered over and shoved the thick futon up, staring down at the three stacks of bills that had been pressed tight under pressure. There should be about three thousand dollars there, saved up from both honest work and gang mission

s. It wasn’t much for the grand journey they were about to take, but Skav figured it wouldn’t hurt. They gathered up the cash and moved back towards the pile of clothes to readjust their binder and sweater. The money was tucked between their chest and the tight material, and after taking a deep breath Skav decided, instead, to wrap the cash up within one of their two sweaters. Nothing else of value came to mind, and by the time Blue reappeared in the apartment they were all set with another couple plastic bags in hand and their mask (quickly and horribly washed) back on their head.

[color=#ff00a5]”I remember. Let’s go.”[/color] They gathered up the keys and trekked back down on to the street. The Qrow sat pretty and pristine as always, glittering in the San Marzano sun for the last time. Skav couldn’t help but smirk at the car as they popped open the trunk and pushed the multiple bags into the empty space. [color=#ff00a5]”As soon as we’re done at your place we are out, capiche? No coming back…”[/color] Again, a thrill spilled through their body, shaking them to the core, and it grew into a symphony of hope as Skav slipped into the driver’s seat and the engine roared to life.

They were going to be out of this city, out of Arya’s hands, in only a matter of hours. Hope was loud and swelling, and Skav wanted to hold on to it as much as they could.