#oscar 01

It's a casual morning. Grimm's taking a day off, enjoying the fresh air going on a walk around the Golden housing area. There's a few people out and about, but it's pretty quiet for the most part. The only thing that would make this better is having one of those music playing devices he's seen other people with!

Maybe it's good he's paying attention today, though. He spies a boy who's sitting around with a rather lost and upset expression—the Troupe Master's time to shine!

“There's no need for such a gloomy look this lovely morning, my friend. Watch...”

Grimm bends down to be eye level with Oscar and takes out a white cloth, showing it off every which way to show it's just an ordinary cloth and that he's got nothing else. He wraps it around one of his hands to quickly reveal a rose that appears to come from the cloth out of thin air!

“Man, I was kinda curious how they were growing stuff in this weather, but I shouldn’t be surprised I’d find one of you in here, should I?”

Yang’s question is said dully, as she’s unsure how she feels about who she’s speaking to just yet. At least the Glassgreen is warmer than it is outside, so even if this is Ozpin again she won’t have to deal with him in the freezing weather again. Still, the greenery isn’t much of an improvement to Yang’s mood.

“Is that you, farm boy? Or am I stuck with the absentminded professor again?”

She makes no secret of which one she wants it to be, rolling her eyes when she mentions Ozpin. But if it is Oscar... Ozpin had said he was okay, but it wasn’t like she was going to believe him so easily with his track record. He’d tell her Oscar was fine even if he knew the kid was gone if it was more convenient for him that she didn’t know, or if he thought it would be kinder even if it was important.