[B]Vyvyan Ngiwan[/b]

The journey to the dorms felt oddly quiet, the fact that Samuel was the only one of the pair to puncture the silence only contributing. Until reaching their room, its door bearing the pristine label of '222', Vyvyan didn't verbally respond to any of his Mage's remarks. Not out of pride or anything of that sort; he simply hadn't quite adjusted to having a partner. The slight excess contraction of his muscles was testament to that. On the other hand, since leaving the Sun Room, Samuel seemed to have largely relieved his own tension. Hopefully that meant things would proceed more smoothly, with at least one party relaxed. A single jumpy nervous system was more than enough.

As Vyvyan mouthed a word of thanks and entered the room with baggage in tow, the doorway fortunately just large enough to accommodate, he pondered on what first to do. Unpacking was of course the most obvious option. There was, however, always time for the non-crucial activity later on. Vyvyan had just met Samuel, and what do groups tend to do upon meeting for the first time?

It took a bit before anything coherent came out of Vyvyan' vocalisations. "I, let's have an icebreaker!" The sentence popped out too loud, having apparently built up pressure whilst choked up in his throat.

[i]Why'd I do this—[/i]

"Guess my ability! I'll try to give hints." It felt paradoxical, being both committed and regretting absolutely everything tangentially related to the line of thought that had dumped him here. Maybe he was in shock? The break hadn't been spent dozing away mornings and lounging around in the afternoons, but it was still weeks of far more rest and play than usual. 

Beginning to move the furniture on his claimed half of the room so as to enable access to the bed, his right arm occupied with stacking chairs onto the round table that his other lifted, Vyvyan asked, "Is that all right?"