Needless to say, Qrow hated guard duty. The reason you don't have to say it is because you can see it. One look is all it takes. The usually energetic son of Aeolus had a bored, tired expression on his face. His body was slumped against the wall, and his staff wasn't even in his hands. He idly twirled his index finger, creating a small tornado that he instantly cut off when he heard footsteps. He grabbed his staff, acting alert in case it was someone in charge coming to check on him. Thankfully, it just turned out to be his partner for this shift. "What took you so long?" He asked.