#scareqrowing

James decided to stay as a wallflower this time, just watching over the ball's happenings from a quiet corner of his own as he sipped on a refreshing glass of punch. Though this little quiet time of his was soon disturbed by this out-of-place drunkard who apparently had too many wine flutes this early into the night

There’s far too many bars, taverns, and pubs in Hive City to keep tabs on all of them regularly, but it doesn’t keep Oz from taking a longer route home each day just to pass by a good number of them. It’s not exactly likely that he’ll spot a tattered cape as he spares each location a glance whenever he walks by, but there’s always a chance and thus hope that he will. He’s been doing this for so long now, however, that he’s not really looking anymore. It’s too automatic now, with no sign of it ever changing. He wonders if he’ll ever see his friend face to face, at least in this body, ever again.

Well, at least until one evening.

Ozpin almost misses him completely. He’s a few paces past the bar when what he noticed in his peripheral vision finally sinks in. He retraces his steps and sure enough there he is, alone, back towards the door and facing the bartender. Judging by his posture, he’s just started drinking for the night. Relieved and somewhat amused that his trick for finding Qrow should he ever re-enter the city actually worked, a smile spreads across his face. Quietly he enters, slowly making his way to the bar-stool beside the huntsman.

          “ There are more adults disguised as children and children acting more their age than there would be if we were still in Remnant, and that’s something that we should be thankful for, at least.  ”     --- Fingers pinch at the bridge of her nose, glasses slipping down before being pushed back up as her head tilts back to take a large gulp of wine. With a disgruntled sigh, she resettles and watches him a moment until her attention diverts back to the chaos unfolding on the dancefloor and the mix of agonized groans and excited jeering at the newest song choice. At least at Beacon, there was a healthy balance, and they’d all somehow silently agreed to act like animals instead of varying their personalities so drastically like the city allowed them.     

“No one would spend this much money for forged glass.” She spat, turning on her heel and walking out of the china shop. She was ready to head home, until she saw a familiar red cape. The tattered cloth was all she needed to see before she was rushing forward, shoving past people until he came into view.

“Brother.”