[So it's...about four or five days into the month, and Qrow is super fried. Not being able to sleep isn't exactly entirely new for Qrow, but not being able to sleep after a week of the equivalent to a massive Grimm invasion? That's a bit different...especially when certain methods he used to rely on to knock himself out are no longer an option.
He's exhausted enough that even his typical hypervigilance about potential avenues of bad luck is flagging a little; he nearly knocks right into Vyng while ducking into the library to avoid the corpse hour, pivoting on his heel just in time....but unfortunately right into a bookshelf, leaving a mini-avalanche of paperbacks to avoid instead of one person-shaped collision.
[ Vyng stumbles back in surprise, wincing with each book that falls onto the ground. But thankfully, Qrow doesn't seem to be hurt. ]
Hey yourself, ahahah.
[ But then he takes a closer look at him, noticing the telltale signs of a man who hasn't rested in awhile — bags under his eyes, disheveled hair, and an apparent lack of focus. ]
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He's exhausted enough that even his typical hypervigilance about potential avenues of bad luck is flagging a little; he nearly knocks right into Vyng while ducking into the library to avoid the corpse hour, pivoting on his heel just in time....but unfortunately right into a bookshelf, leaving a mini-avalanche of paperbacks to avoid instead of one person-shaped collision.
He rubs at his neck sheepishly, apologetic.]
...Hey.
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Hey yourself, ahahah.
[ But then he takes a closer look at him, noticing the telltale signs of a man who hasn't rested in awhile — bags under his eyes, disheveled hair, and an apparent lack of focus. ]
Lookin' kinda rough there, buddy. Lemme guess...no sleep for you, either?