It was becoming a little bit of a personal game for Vrenille to see how often and how well he could make Remus smile. It wasn't easy, but the challenge made it more fun. He might even be starting to keep score in his mind. It was a fair way to distract himself too, keep his mind from dwelling on his troubles, which never seemed a very productive sort of thing to him.
That floating menu could probably have managed a fair distraction on its own though. Menus certainly didn't just float around where Vrenille came from. Not even asuran menus (or at least he didn't think they did, but then again asura made everything float, so he wouldn't have wholly put it past them). Anyway, it was good that Remus had grabbed the thing, because Vrenille would probably have just stared at it to see where it went.
The selection, though different from what he was used to, was easily recognizable. "Full English breakfast?" That seemed straightforward enough, but he sort of confirmed it questioningly so that Remus could steer him back on track if he'd somehow judged amiss. Tea, as it turned out, was an easy choice for Vrenille as well--if it hadn't always been, the household where he made his home now held it as an absolute staple.
As far as his style of magic went. "Oh. I'm a mesmer," he began as though this was a simple answer, and then looking a little more embarrassed, he cast his eyes downward and tugged absently at the cuff of his sleeve as he amended. "Or, well, chronomancer I guess some people are calling it now--the time stuff." Time for a deliberate change in focus: his eyes were on Remus again, "What do you mean counter spells? You can reverse the effects of magic?"
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That floating menu could probably have managed a fair distraction on its own though. Menus certainly didn't just float around where Vrenille came from. Not even asuran menus (or at least he didn't think they did, but then again asura made everything float, so he wouldn't have wholly put it past them). Anyway, it was good that Remus had grabbed the thing, because Vrenille would probably have just stared at it to see where it went.
The selection, though different from what he was used to, was easily recognizable. "Full English breakfast?" That seemed straightforward enough, but he sort of confirmed it questioningly so that Remus could steer him back on track if he'd somehow judged amiss. Tea, as it turned out, was an easy choice for Vrenille as well--if it hadn't always been, the household where he made his home now held it as an absolute staple.
As far as his style of magic went. "Oh. I'm a mesmer," he began as though this was a simple answer, and then looking a little more embarrassed, he cast his eyes downward and tugged absently at the cuff of his sleeve as he amended. "Or, well, chronomancer I guess some people are calling it now--the time stuff." Time for a deliberate change in focus: his eyes were on Remus again, "What do you mean counter spells? You can reverse the effects of magic?"