[ Ozpin simply sips his tea and follows the path Qrow sets. He may have chosen his spy, but it's been a long time indeed since he tried to live that lifestyle himself; he has always done best in the shadows or in the sunlight, not walking the line between. Better to defer to Qrow's instincts, Qrow's cognizance, Qrow's professional paranoia.
(And perhaps there's something pleasant in relinquishing control and letting Qrow make the calls awhile. It has been a very long day.)
When the tension finally breaks, he stops at Qrow's side and turns to follow the angle of his blade. ]
no subject
(And perhaps there's something pleasant in relinquishing control and letting Qrow make the calls awhile. It has been a very long day.)
When the tension finally breaks, he stops at Qrow's side and turns to follow the angle of his blade. ]
To keep an eye on me, I assume.