[So much for being stealthy about this. He really is off his game, apparently. Qrow cards a hand through his hair, brushing away at the sweat that's gathered at his hairline. The short trip has exhausted him more than he'd like to admit.
But that doesn't stop him from scowling at the next part; with the initial shock passed, he looks a combination of horrified and deeply resigned to said eldritch nonsense. He waves his hand at the menu, apparently unconcerned with what's to be ordered.]
Let me guess, god bullshit?
[There's something deeply bitter in the way he says that, which can't be explained just in how tired and unwell he obviously is.]
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[So much for being stealthy about this. He really is off his game, apparently. Qrow cards a hand through his hair, brushing away at the sweat that's gathered at his hairline. The short trip has exhausted him more than he'd like to admit.
But that doesn't stop him from scowling at the next part; with the initial shock passed, he looks a combination of horrified and deeply resigned to said eldritch nonsense. He waves his hand at the menu, apparently unconcerned with what's to be ordered.]
Let me guess, god bullshit?
[There's something deeply bitter in the way he says that, which can't be explained just in how tired and unwell he obviously is.]