[He finds himself undefinably agitated after his conversation with Pyrrha. He hasn't told the whole story to anyone since that day in the snow, and he finds it frustrating that the first one he tells is the girl they chose to be Fall, the girl who got killed for their cause without ever knowing what what their cause really was. The girl who would've signed up to become a key piece in a chess match that could never be won. Even complaining about it with Glynda doesn't quite ease the itch that still burns under his skin, and he decides, ultimately, to take a walk to clear his head.
Until, anyway, he spots Ozpin sitting at one of the outdoor tables at a cafe, quietly reading some kind of book with a cup of cocoa at his side. He should just turn around and walk away, cool down before he faces Ozpin at all, but instead ... he does something pettier.
There is no warning but the sound of beating wings, but all at once a bird flutters in and snatches his glasses off his face in its beak, before fluttering off a few feet away. Staring right at Ozpin, as though daring him to say something.]
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Until, anyway, he spots Ozpin sitting at one of the outdoor tables at a cafe, quietly reading some kind of book with a cup of cocoa at his side. He should just turn around and walk away, cool down before he faces Ozpin at all, but instead ... he does something pettier.
There is no warning but the sound of beating wings, but all at once a bird flutters in and snatches his glasses off his face in its beak, before fluttering off a few feet away. Staring right at Ozpin, as though daring him to say something.]