(leading him in, the stairs lead down from the entrance of the kitchen, a hand up to catch the cord to encourage the light to flicker on. a jaunty few steps down into the cellar and it does seem to be how jonas described it.
with exposed brick and wood, a soft light from his decidedly confusing alchemy setup—it only makes sense to him in the order it's in, but could use some smarter reorganizing—and string lights it looks comfortable. not dim and haunting, which was the antithesis of what he and his roommate wanted.)
It's like our little man-cave. We're gonna' get a bunch of chairs down here. I wish they had beanbags—these, like, sacks filled with micro-beads you sit on and sink into—but I'm satisfied with a soft enough couch.
—here's the stuff. I actually got the weed from you guys, so it's pretty strong.
[ admittedly, he expected something different while descending the stairs. less a -- man cave, more something intended for cold practicality. this cellar may as well had been designed, also, as an antithesis' to his own dungeon at home. it's welcoming, friendly, warm. a bit like jonas himself, viren would reflect.
he lets his gaze linger over the alchemy (his always favorite of this world's magic, if perhaps only due to familiarity) setup; even if appearing disorganized, he makes note of its various components.
it's only when jonas mentions an apparent key ingredient that viren rips his sight from it. ]
(oh, was that the last straw? jonas balks back at him a little, surprised at the reaction but not altogether ready to give up on him. they're going to test these potions out in the safety of his basement—what could possibly go wrong (this time)?)
Y-Yeah, uh, I mean, it's all I could think of that'd counteract some of his hyperactivity. Chilling him out and calming him down? (a step closer to the setup, lifting his alembic with a sniff at the contents.) Weed sounded perfect for that.
Even if it's a bit skunk-y. Some people like the smell, though.
[ the stare the viren levels at jonas isn't what one call - impressed, exactly. it's a long look, the dragon's tail flicking behind him, with a thump against the floor, as the resulting silence that stretches. ]
[ indeed, he's glad he asked if jonas should have other company home. ]
... Perhaps. [ he begins, all too cautiously. ] And perhaps you'll find that many adjustments will be, [ mm. pause, ] very much needed. That is the point to our little endeavor, isn't it?
[ ... so. not the last straw, after all. he nods to the alembic. ]
Did you have portions already guessed at, or are we just meant to take a swig from that? If you don't, I would think we should at least measure something out.
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with exposed brick and wood, a soft light from his decidedly confusing alchemy setup—it only makes sense to him in the order it's in, but could use some smarter reorganizing—and string lights it looks comfortable. not dim and haunting, which was the antithesis of what he and his roommate wanted.)
It's like our little man-cave. We're gonna' get a bunch of chairs down here. I wish they had beanbags—these, like, sacks filled with micro-beads you sit on and sink into—but I'm satisfied with a soft enough couch.
—here's the stuff. I actually got the weed from you guys, so it's pretty strong.
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he lets his gaze linger over the alchemy (his always favorite of this world's magic, if perhaps only due to familiarity) setup; even if appearing disorganized, he makes note of its various components.
it's only when jonas mentions an apparent key ingredient that viren rips his sight from it. ]
Weed? [ WEED? ] You've put weed into it?
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(oh, was that the last straw? jonas balks back at him a little, surprised at the reaction but not altogether ready to give up on him. they're going to test these potions out in the safety of his basement—what could possibly go wrong (this time)?)
Y-Yeah, uh, I mean, it's all I could think of that'd counteract some of his hyperactivity. Chilling him out and calming him down? (a step closer to the setup, lifting his alembic with a sniff at the contents.) Weed sounded perfect for that.
Even if it's a bit skunk-y. Some people like the smell, though.
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[ indeed, he's glad he asked if jonas should have other company home. ]
... Perhaps. [ he begins, all too cautiously. ] And perhaps you'll find that many adjustments will be, [ mm. pause, ] very much needed. That is the point to our little endeavor, isn't it?
[ ... so. not the last straw, after all. he nods to the alembic. ]
Did you have portions already guessed at, or are we just meant to take a swig from that? If you don't, I would think we should at least measure something out.