#heartcog

               ❛   Oscar--- !   ❜

         HE   doesn’t want to bring it up, that much is obvious from the moment he seems to pick up on the alarm in her voice. And normally, she’d totally respect that; after all, there’s plenty of things she’d rather chew off her own arm a la Nora than discuss. But this was an exception. Both hands shoot up to grip his shoulders --- gingerly, carefully, but with every ounce of the urgency that could be found in wide silver eyes. 

               ❛   I heard --- I mean... I just... Are you okay ?  I didn’t know if...   ❜   She allows herself to trail off, shaking her head quickly as if banishing the thought before it could flourish. 

  what a weird outfit! in all thirteen years of his life watching people during commutes to school, tsukasa’s never seen someone wear so many belts where they don’t make any sense. invasive per usual, he’s immediately circling oscar and jamming his finger under at least one of the belt loops on his sleeve.

  “ belts are for your waist, you know, ” he says, removing his finger only to unlatch the buckle and drop it on the concrete. “ are you trying to cut off circulation? you’ll lose your arms like that! ”

  tsukasa proceeds to unbuckle the other arm belt and drop that as unceremoniously to the ground as the first one. he steps back, smiling and obviously pleased by his work.

        He decides on it as soon as he recognizes him: if he has to be here with people who know him, it’d almost be better not to have the Schnee name and company on his shoulders at all.

        After all, if all the people in this city were strangers—especially, as the case seemed to be so far, ones who knew little about his situation back in Atlas—he could have always presented himself without any worries. Of course, though, remembering the obvious, whether it be from his memories of Atlas or his pointed acknowledgement of the boy waiting in the same line as him, quickly sweeps that idea away and leaves it behind ice and dust.

        ( Why was he even there with the rest of them? He’s as much of a child as Whitley is. Who willingly takes it upon themselves to join such a frivolous group, anyways? )

        His hands lace behind his back as he stares solely towards the stall, never trying to look back. Still, he feels something on his back, and with a click of his tongue, leans and turns back to stare at the other boy. “If you have anything to say, then why don’t you say it? After all, I doubt we’ll ever have the chance to talk again.”

“Hey, Oscar!”

She slides these onto his face before he can answer.

  Accessing rooftops is, in fact, harder than Ankh likes. People complain when he’s trying to find his way up steps, how the roof is “off-limits” or some nonsense like that.

  His only other option, thankfully, is nothing horrid. Ankh follows the flowers with a hint of caution, unsure of where this would wind up. While exploring the city has been priority, he doesn’t tend to run off alone in case five fireballs isn’t enough to ward off danger.

  ( Being weak again isn’t doing much for his day-to-day mood. )

  Seeing the cliff’s edge sparks one feeling while the presence of another dampens it. Ankh, with a roll of his eyes, takes his spot near the edge of the cliff. He drops into a position of folded legs, elbow on his knee and cheek resting in the palm.

What is he drinking?

“Sadly, dear Oscar, if you are the only person in the house, you will have to be the one to drive.” He is leaning on the doorway slightly, less in the effort to appear casual and more due to the bloodloss-related dizziness. 

His day was already not going too well, with the latest... “expedition” ending rather abruptly after him running side first into a trap (wall of spikes, non-imaginative yet still incredibly effective). Knocking on Ozpin’s door only to have a slightly horrified Oscar tell him he was out did nothing to improve it. Just this once he actually needed to go to the hospital and the only person who could take him was nowhere to be found.

Well, almost the only person.