[i]Staring.[/i] Staring was something that Remmington was amazingly good at and with the scene that the other boy seemed to have stirred up, he couldn't quite help himself. Honestly, with his mother warning him so much about how rude it was to stare, you think he would have learned something. He hadn't been paying enough attention to know that Thomas had been doing anything but he supposed that whatever it was had to have been pretty terrible with the way the Irish boy had reacted. He didn't see the tell tale markings of a bite on his throat, didn't smell any blood except the blood clinging to his lowerlip. That personally made [i]him[/i] a little hungry but he didn't think it was a good time to dwell on it. 

Passing his gaze to the other vampire, he felt his eyebrows raise as he inspected his face for any traces of malice but gave up out of disinterest. If his roommate wanted to feed on random humans then he guessed that was just his own right. Far be it from him to stop anyone from following their dreams though he couldn't understand why he had to follow his dreams in the middle of the library. He made a mental note to ask him about it if this situation developed any further but instead focused his attention on the boy with the Irish accent. He'd never really seen him before but then again, Remmington barely paid much attention to his fellow school mates.

It followed that habit of constantly keeping his head down unless approached and without approach, he was virtually the most silent person on earth. Though being the most silent person on earth had some benefits, he noticed everything. Even a certain girl peering in at the scene unfolding before him and that peaked his fleeting interest long enough that he got to his feet and collected his sketchbook. He tucked it, pencil and all back under his arm and watched as the odd-eyed young man entered. Slipping past the dragon in something of a smooth side stepping motion, he headed into the hallway, trying to focus his mind on  walking instead of the fact that he hadn't drawn a good lot of anything. 

That was the only bothersome thing about the situation was the fact that he hadn't drawn anything. He supposed that with more of a collective amount of students in the cafeteria that he might stand a better chance. Walking there settled his mind but being there hit him with the smell of food, when he'd been human he'd loved to eat, just ate all the time as if he was starving but now the smell made him vaguely nauseous and he had to reign in the face he kept trying to make as he chose a table. There weren't many people sitting there and heck if he knew any of them, scooting to the end of the table and slapping the sketchbook back down with a dramatic flourish, he ran his gaze over the students curiously.