[It's not Ruby who answers, but the figure that turns as he's called out to does bear a ... striking aesthetic similarity, not least because he's also wielding a scythe. The kid looks familiar--Qrow has seen him around before, at the rebuilding of his house and at Ruby's wedding--though he can't bring the kid's name to mind, if he ever knew it at all. He raises a faint eyebrow at the boy's terrified expression, though. There's something faintly uncomfortable in it -- when he was young, the fear of others made him feel powerful, useful, even. The strong survive, the weak die. Those were the rules.
Qrow isn't above intimidating others now, if there's a pressing need for it, but most of the time his enemies are unhinged enough that there's little point in doing more than dispatching them as efficiently as he can. To see some kid afraid of him for no apparent reason settles uneasily within him.]
Chill out, kid, I don't bite. [A beat, then a shit-eating grin] Well, not most people, anyway.
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Qrow isn't above intimidating others now, if there's a pressing need for it, but most of the time his enemies are unhinged enough that there's little point in doing more than dispatching them as efficiently as he can. To see some kid afraid of him for no apparent reason settles uneasily within him.]
Chill out, kid, I don't bite. [A beat, then a shit-eating grin] Well, not most people, anyway.