Waver did not have any pointers for this, though not for lack of people to ask. He was the odd one out among his peers, practically a confirmed bachelor as the saying went (hence the recent intervention that landed him here). Any number of colleagues or acquaintances (friends, Waver), could probably have given him some pointers for tonight… But Waver Velvet found subjects like this too awkward to talk about in the first place, even when someone was right there and prime for asking.
But now he sat here, feeling very out of his depth but determined.
And had an instant realization of the mistake he’d made in using his name. He wasn’t used to hearing it from anyone aside from Melvin, so hearing it from a very nice man (handsome, if Waver was being honest) threw him off balance a little.
How does one tell? His ears turn slightly red with a blush that didn’t make it to his face.
“You too.” He started and absently realized he already said it was nice to meet the man. Ah, fantastic. Moving on… “Ah, well, have a seat. Did you want a drink?” He added, hiding the clumsy thoughts well enough behind a professional façade he wore around the Tower.
If it came up, it would be an interesting connection that they had both been to Greece. When Waver was younger and travelling, he’d been a tutor for the sons of a mage working as an archaeologist at a site there. It was one of his fonder memories, one that had inspired his current career.
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But now he sat here, feeling very out of his depth but determined.
And had an instant realization of the mistake he’d made in using his name. He wasn’t used to hearing it from anyone aside from Melvin, so hearing it from a very nice man (handsome, if Waver was being honest) threw him off balance a little.
How does one tell? His ears turn slightly red with a blush that didn’t make it to his face.
“You too.” He started and absently realized he already said it was nice to meet the man. Ah, fantastic. Moving on… “Ah, well, have a seat. Did you want a drink?” He added, hiding the clumsy thoughts well enough behind a professional façade he wore around the Tower.
If it came up, it would be an interesting connection that they had both been to Greece. When Waver was younger and travelling, he’d been a tutor for the sons of a mage working as an archaeologist at a site there. It was one of his fonder memories, one that had inspired his current career.