[ Ozpin, dressed in silk pyjamas and holding a mug of tea, opens the message with a vague interest; it's rare to see Shannon starting her own conversational threads on their little shared network. He raises the mug to his lips.
He chokes at I am dead, and sets the mug down with a messy clunk at mincing my left leg. The situation does not improve from there.
He does read the rest before he rises from bed, slowly and deliberately. He flicks an eddy of thought at Oscar— a Do stay calm, an I will handle it from here— and goes, still barefoot and dressed in green silk, to Sayo's room.
It is a particular sort of sinking feeling, to find Qrow on his knees in the doorway.
(He should have anticipated this, given the events surrounding his last birthday.) ]
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He chokes at I am dead, and sets the mug down with a messy clunk at mincing my left leg. The situation does not improve from there.
He does read the rest before he rises from bed, slowly and deliberately. He flicks an eddy of thought at Oscar— a Do stay calm, an I will handle it from here— and goes, still barefoot and dressed in green silk, to Sayo's room.
It is a particular sort of sinking feeling, to find Qrow on his knees in the doorway.
(He should have anticipated this, given the events surrounding his last birthday.) ]