[Ah, geez. Qrow looks off to the side, rubbing his neck in mild embarrassment.]
That obvious, huh?
[Ughhh, he feels like garbage but he thought he was doing a decent job hiding it. He tries to sit up a bit straighter, though it does little but make it more obvious that being upright is a bit of a strain still.
It's that last part that catches him off-guard--he startles and uh...falls off his chair? Ah.
He grabs the edge of the table roughly to try to drag himself up. Once he's sitting again, he stares at the young man across the table a little more sharply, as though he could possibly tell if there was any god-related shenaniganry afoot just by looking.]
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That obvious, huh?
[Ughhh, he feels like garbage but he thought he was doing a decent job hiding it. He tries to sit up a bit straighter, though it does little but make it more obvious that being upright is a bit of a strain still.
It's that last part that catches him off-guard--he startles and uh...falls off his chair? Ah.
He grabs the edge of the table roughly to try to drag himself up. Once he's sitting again, he stares at the young man across the table a little more sharply, as though he could possibly tell if there was any god-related shenaniganry afoot just by looking.]
Did ... did that uh, happen to you?