o3 . december catchall

[clocktowers]

Who: clocktowers and CR.
What: A catch-all log.
When: December
Where: Trench

Content Warnings: Tagged in subject lines as needed.

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[onekindsoul]

It's cool and hip. Trust me.

[Ruby's expression gets a little more serious but still relatively light hearted.]

Yeah. I had a few questions to ask you anyways.

Willow says you've been acting a little weird.

Weirder than normal.

Hanging around Nightwalkers and stuff.

Anything you want to tell us?

[clocktowers]

[ This again? ]

I would appreciate if Willow did not take it upon herself to assume. It is really not so salacious as she imagines.

[ Which isn't answering the question, really. ]

[onekindsoul]

[This again.]

I'm not going to argue with you about that.

But she's worried about you. We're all worried about you.

And we'd probably have to worry a little less if you were more open about what's going on in your life.

Which I know isn't really you're thing. I get that.

But it might save you some trouble with your family if you lightened up on that just a little.

[clocktowers]

[ Ozpin draws himself up in building irritation, but then she says your family and takes the wind out of him. He exhales heavily and the silence hangs. (Not quite silence; the chocolate drips slowly down.) ]

I suppose I do understand the concern. Must we really have this conversation from within the chocolate pit?

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby taps her chin in thought and then looks down to him seriously.]

Do you honestly think we could have had this conversation if I didn't drop you down into a pit?

Like really?

[clocktowers]

I take your point.

[ He folds his hands over his cane and regards her wearily from the bottom of the apparent intervention pit. ]

Still, I think sentiments of concern can be expressed just as readily over warm drinks in the comfort of a private space. Perhaps we'll give that a try the next time you find yourself worried.

[onekindsoul]

I thought you would.

[And after a pause she drops a rope down the side of the pit for him to grab onto. THe she positions herself at the edge of the pit. One hand on the rope and the other offered to help pull him up.]

I'll keep that in mind. Are you saying it's okay if I build a pit in your study?

[clocktowers]

[ He sighs, pointedly but without any actual bite, and steps forward to take the rope. Ozpin swings himself a step up the chocolate-sticky side, and grasps her hand without hesitation. ]

My study has been through more than enough. Let's keep to outdoors construction only, shall we, Ruby?

[ Beat. ]

And perhaps keep to drinking chocolate instead of wearing it.