“Diana’s a fine enough name. I’m not one for fancy titles if I can help it anyway, too much extra stuff to remember. Kinda don’t have too much of an imagination for makin’ up nicknames either…” Glas said as she scratched his head, well, hood. Come to think of it, he hadn’t had to worry about nicknames back in Mistral either. If people didn’t call him by his name, then it’d just be the ‘Mossberg Boy’. That name wore quicker on his nerves than anything else back home…
“Ah come on, just because yer not great at it now it doesn’t mean you won’t in the future. Isn’t art the kinda thing that you get better at the more you do it? Sorta like huntsman trainin’ if you think about it, y’know?” It seemed that his laidback nature didn’t mean that quitting was something he was a fan of. “Shouldn’t let people tell you what you can have as a hobby either, though. Live yer life the way you want to, Diana.” Glas crossed his arms behind his head and nodded knowingly at her, despite getting an odd tilted look at her.
“Dancin’ takes a lot of coordination too. You been doin’ it long there, Calen?” Glas asked curiously. He hadn’t met too many dancers around, and since it wasn’t exactly his speed anyway it wasn’t something he sought out either. Cooking, dancing; guy must be pretty popular around here. “Vale’s a big city at least, bound to be some kinda dance place to yer likin’. Does Beacon have one of those school dance things here too? Had a few back in Mistral but… Well that’s not exactly my scene.”
‘Wallflower’ was only a small description of how much Glas didn’t want to be there those days.
“No place specific, just whenever a couple good ol’ guys decided to sit down together and play for a while. Town square, some on the side of the road. Couple of ‘em practiced underneath a big tree I liked to nap in, so I always got a free show” he said with a shrug. “Don’t need a specific place to make music, really.” Everyone got into the habit of exchanging their Scroll numbers, so Glas made sure to do the same as he registered both Calen and Diana’s into his own Scroll. A quick message consisting of ‘Yo’ to the two of them revealed his own number, and they were now connected. At least in the sense of being able to call each other. “Thanks for the digits. Kinda curious about city life too, now that you bring it up, Calen.”