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Eris barely contained his smile as Varis snapped at him, giving off a half-hearted shrug as he bowed his head slightly. Snappy today, wasn't he? He almost felt bad for the Starag, watching with great amusement as he departed from the room with an impressive speed. Fortunately for the blond, Eris was more interested in what Varis had to say as he followed him out the door, frowning slightly at his comment about the adornments. Crafted already? For some reason that struck him as odd as he followed Varis wordlessly. So there really was something going on between Her Majesty and the Lady, though the thought made his skin crawl. He didn't even know why, though Lady Sinnenodel alone was enough to make anyone worry, and he made a mental note to stay in the loop about that tidbit of information. There was something he had wanted to discuss with Varis, but it would have to wait, it seemed.

In the meantime, Varis' comment on wardrobe was enough for Eris to roll his eyes. [color=ccff99]"You're telling me, have you [I]seen[/I] how half this school dresses? At least all you have to worry about is repetition, I swear I saw a hobo earlier,"[/color] He said, shuddering as he remembered the mage confronting the Astorio. [color=ccff99]"I've already made plans to incinerate the entirety of this kid's clothes. Just because the rest of the school chooses not to care about their appearances doesn't mean I'll tolerate it for my own mage."[/color]

As he was shooed towards the front door, his phone went off. Glancing at the screen, he raised an eyebrow as the same [I]☆Mona☆[/I] showed up. Figuring he at least had an excuse not to respond, instead of letting it ring he swiped up, prompting a text to get sent to the recipient. Taking a second to send a quick [color=ccff99]'I'll call you later'[/color], he pocketed his phone as he was addressed again. He actually didn't realize what Varis meant until they started walking, the small crowd and sign they headed towards nearly making him groan. 

The [I]bus[/I]? He wasn't a huge fan of public transportation, wrinkling his nose slightly as he eyed the vehicle warily. He supposed it was better then walking, but after getting hounded by people at lunch combined with still trying to shake off some of his jet lag, he was feeling anti-social at the moment. Nevertheless he put on a pleasant smile, stepped in as he ignored the few whispers and distracting himself with looking Varis up and down. The redhead decided on the seating arrangements, the blonde following suit without protest. Seeing as how Alderman was the brooding type, he'd either take the first seat available or deliberately go all the way to the back out of spite. It was up to him, he didn't care either way.

Still, Eris couldn't quite resist another comment. [color=ccff99]"We'd get away with so much more in the back,"[/color] He murmured into Varis' ear as he passed him, gracefully taking his seat and noting how stiff it was. Ugh, if this seat made his back hurt, he swore he was going to sue. [color=ccff99]"Speaking of fun, though, were you aware that Widow Nailo had a Turned progeny? As far as I knew, she remained in solitude for centuries. That was the third in our little group at the Arena. Very cute, but it came as a shock when he introduced himself as Joryldin Nailo."[/color] He was definitely interested in the vampire's relation to the widow and her decision to turn him.

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[sub][right]On the party bus with: [@Obscene Symphony][@Achronum][@Scribe of Thoth][/right][/sub]