[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?]
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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?]