[Hours later, Qrow is still in the same bar where he got the first text. Sasuke will find that he's ... well, he's drunk, clearly, but he's otherwise fine. A little pale, still, like he's only done the absolute bare minimum to keep himself fed since then, but safe. His watch sits on the bar counter, screen black. Perhaps one could even assume he has no idea Sasuke tried to get in touch with him, until Qrow turns his head just enough to look at the newcomer, seems stricken for a moment before he looks back down to his glass, and takes another drink before he even tries to answer.]
...What do you want, kid?
[Hasn't he made enough of a nuisance of himself already.]
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...What do you want, kid?
[Hasn't he made enough of a nuisance of himself already.]