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[Little by little, Andersen is beginning to come out of his shell. It's taken him a while to feel comfortable walking the streets of Aefenglom by himself, for him not to jump at shadows. He makes a wide berth around the Black Market, nowadays, and sticks to places that are visible and heavily populated. Eventually, he gains enough guts to go back to one of his favorite taverns.

The keep recognizes him on sight and, despite his young appearance, allows him in with a warm welcome. It doesn't take long for Andersen to gorge himself on the menu -- he quickly builds up a pile of seven empty mugs in front of him -- and has remained unusually quiet throughout his stay. He just wants to drink and forget for a little while.

Andersen raises a hand to flag down the bartender.]

Hey... bring another mug over...

[He's slurring his words, good god.]

[Well. That whole business with the outpost sucked. A lot? A lot. If Qrow were the type to take depression naps, he would be doing that right about now. But instead, Qrow depression drinks. Hence, here he is, getting ready to go deep into a personal pity party of feeling like shit about the rot in that forest and the toll he saw it take on the people trying to fix it, about the ghosts, about the stupid fangs now poking through his gums and making his whole mouth hurt like hell. Initially, Andersen's mugs are just treated to a raised eyebrow, because that's certainly the mark of someone in his very soggy, miserable boat, isn't it. But then he actually sees Andersen, and then both eyebrows are launched skyward and he's striding forward, covering the newest mug with his hand, like an absolute bastard that doesn't know how to mind his own business -- and yet is apparently?? having to be the responsible adult here???? This is the worst, he wants a refund and he hasn't even bought anything yet.]

Sooo, what's going on here?

[Directed equally at Andersen and the barkeep. He's not exactly anyone's definition of a good influence but are we for real here. What is this kid, twelve?]

Edited 2020-03-05 10:31 (UTC)

[The barkeep seems to have anticipated the question, given how his client looks. He opts for a stony silence and to turn away, busying himself with cleaning more mugs. Andersen, who senses that he has company, faces the newcomer and sizes him up with a bleary squint.]

What does it look like, you bum?

[He hears that judgemental tone! Don't think he doesn't!]

Are you going to buy me another drink or are you going to lecture me? Because if it's the second, I'll pay you to go away.

It looks like a kid making a bad decision, and everyone else turning a blind eye.

[And bad decisions are his brand, god. Don't muscle in on his disaster bird territory!!! He flops his ass down on the chair next to Andersen, as though considering drinking what's in the glass himself. He taps on the rim of the glass.]

What do I win?

[Someone's in peak asshole form today.]

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manlet - 2020-03-22 23:02 (UTC) - Expand

Hey, is this Crow?

(forever assumes he's named after the bird until he's corrected.)

qrow, yeah

[Listen he's long since made peace with his theme bird of sorts but he also doesn't particularly care to let them subsume his whole identity.]

what's up kiddo?

Qrow, my bad.

How're you doing? We got pretty busy and I never got to ty properly for helping me.

heh, shouldn't i be the one asking you that? i wasn't the one pouring my energy into that mess

[Being thanked for helping someone makes him feel weird and he's not really sure how to handle it so he's just gonna, uh. Not. Let's worry about YOUR well-being instead, Jonas!!!]

Edited (wording nitpick) 2020-03-07 22:42 (UTC)

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coherer - 2020-03-08 16:02 (UTC) - Expand

Crow.

Edited 2020-03-24 23:33 (UTC)

[ Ten minutes later. ]

I find it unlikely that you haven't seen my message.

So you're going to stay silent.

You're a grown man.

Crow.

I'm not impressed with your behavior right now.

Stop avoiding me.

It shouldn't be my responsibility to have to do this.

[ One missed call. ]

I'm going to eat lunch. Respond by the time I'm back.

[ ... ]

You didn't respond.

I'm well-aware of the fact that you feel guilty but acting as if your guilt trumps my free will is an insult to me. I have agency. I know what I'm doing.

Tell me that you're healthy and fine right now. If you make me hunt you down, I'll be irritated.

[Qrow saw the first message. He then proceeded to ignore it for several more chimes before some of the others in the bar (not the vampire bar, however) started giving him dirty looks, and then he turned it off. Like an asshole.

Sasuke's definitely going to have to hunt him down, rip.]

[ It's a big city.

Knowing that, he isn't about to start this journey half-cocked, or even assume he'll need to resort to drastic measures if they're avoidable. So he calls him again. Then again after that. ]

I'm giving you more chances to avoid this than you deserve. Stop being so selfish and answer. I have better ways to spend my time.

[ Not to mention that he's exhausted and in no small amount of pain. ANOTHER CALL from a man who doesn't know better, only now truly starting to realize what he's going to be forced to do.

It will take him hours to locate him, starting at the speed-dating spot where they met and canvassing the city with a quiet but nevertheless resolute determination. And when he does finally enter the correct bar, conversing with the bartender who points him towards a table in the back? Well, he looks tired. Eyes bruised, hood drawn up to protect him from light, but emotionless and stalwart nevertheless. He approaches, chair scraping the ground when he pulls it out to take a seat. ]

So you're unharmed.

action | end of feb, beginning of mar | cw: alcoholism

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cw alcoholism right off the bat here im so sorry

qrow living his worst life