[You'll get your calling card sent via carrier pigeon, Qrow.
Or whatever mail service exists down here.
Which also brings up another good point to deal with now that he's here. Without the Metaverse to rely on solving major problems, he's going to have to get a whole lot more used to doing things topside. His particular skill set was limited to messing with shadows, and he has no idea how that translates to actual people. A question for another day, probably.
He senses the offended tone to his reply, and it definitely feels like it struck hard, even if he was just fucking around.]
Didn't mean anything by it. Oh, I'm uh. I'm gonna be 18 in a few weeks, if it matters.
[Probably not, it's still pretty young. He's not trying to correct him for calling him kid, either, since he knows it's a pretty immature thing to do and especially useless at trying to convince someone that you're anywhere near adulthood. Ryuji knows he ain't.
But maybe all of that is lost anyway from the sound of the tavern alive all around them. Ryuji brings air into his lungs, and it's now or never. One of his most mixed personality traits is not letting people he respects down, so he'll try doing this on his own if given the chance. The bar seems like a good place to start as any, so he'll lean up against it and... do everything in a very amateurish way. Not even having ordered an ale, he tries to strike up a conversation about the forest, and- fails.
Sheesh. Maybe he was too gung-ho about it and it made him come off like he was local law enforcement or something.]
no subject
Or whatever mail service exists down here.
Which also brings up another good point to deal with now that he's here. Without the Metaverse to rely on solving major problems, he's going to have to get a whole lot more used to doing things topside. His particular skill set was limited to messing with shadows, and he has no idea how that translates to actual people. A question for another day, probably.
He senses the offended tone to his reply, and it definitely feels like it struck hard, even if he was just fucking around.]
Didn't mean anything by it. Oh, I'm uh. I'm gonna be 18 in a few weeks, if it matters.
[Probably not, it's still pretty young. He's not trying to correct him for calling him kid, either, since he knows it's a pretty immature thing to do and especially useless at trying to convince someone that you're anywhere near adulthood. Ryuji knows he ain't.
But maybe all of that is lost anyway from the sound of the tavern alive all around them. Ryuji brings air into his lungs, and it's now or never. One of his most mixed personality traits is not letting people he respects down, so he'll try doing this on his own if given the chance. The bar seems like a good place to start as any, so he'll lean up against it and... do everything in a very amateurish way. Not even having ordered an ale, he tries to strike up a conversation about the forest, and- fails.
Sheesh. Maybe he was too gung-ho about it and it made him come off like he was local law enforcement or something.]