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[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Obscene Symphony][/right][/sub]

The trip from the Arena to the dorm took the vampire no time at all, not wasting a moment as he rushed back. Their little outing may last a bit longer than he originally anticipated, considering the last minute invitation he issued, and he wanted to get the ink dry on at least a few requests for his Chaend event before he fed. He glanced at his phone when it buzzed and he clicked it away just as quickly. The girl’s vampire would likely be thanking the Astorio for treating her that way rather than kick up any fuss. If Varis was a lesser vampire, he wouldn’t want to cross the brutes but he wasn’t a lesser one now was he.

He purposely left the dorm unlocked, not wanting to be bothered before feeding, and shut the study door. He laid out two pages―completely blank because lined pages looked horrendous for formal invitations―and pulled out several ink bottles. He considered each one in turn before putting back most of them, only leaving out a deep green, a bright silver, and Love Red. Varis rolled his eyes at the name before peeling it carefully off. It was [i]the[/i] shade of red, perfect for writing scathing criticisms and elegant invitations all in one. If only it hadn’t such an awful name. Love Red. Just thinking the name made him scoff. Maybe he would purchase the rights to the ink and change it. Varis Red had a nice ring to it.

His first invitation was to Eris’s recommendation. Despite his own personal reservations, the pair’s name brought along with it a number of accolades and those accolades brought the type of vampires he wanted to attract. He sighed as he pulled out calligraphy pens and set to work, gently gliding over the paper as he explained what he’d need and when he’d need it by and expressed an interest in a personal meeting to discuss further details. He lost himself in the work, tongue poking out as he concentrated on the silver designs on the edge of the page. Varis may be many things but lazy was not one of them and he’d dance in the noontime sun before he used [i]printed stationery designs[/i]. 

[color=f0d705]“Master, is there anything you’d like from me before I shower?”[/color]

Varis jolted at the knocking, hissing irritably as he barely managed to avoid knocking over the now nameless red ink. His eyes darkened but he refrained from stomping over and throwing open the door just to slam it in the dunce’s face. Obviously he didn't want anything. He wanted blood and he wanted it sooner rather than later. One would think that if Varis’s feeding plans were interrupted earlier and he hadn’t had an opportunity to drink since, the boy would connect the dots and [i]hurry up[/i]. Instead Varis sighed loudly and then returned to his work, taking a few moments to finish a sentence before responding. 

[color=f7976a]“Only for you to find something other than hot air between your ears.”[/color] Varis snapped through the door, continuing to work with a roll of his eyes. [color=f7976a] “Actually just shower. Eris and whatever poor, pathetic mage assigned to him will be joining us and I don’t want to keep them waiting for the next decade. Unless you'd care for my guidance again.”[/color]