Remi was just finishing up some last minute prep work for the school music club, but was otherwise relieved the semester was over. He made it through his first semester with no episodes or drama, and passed all his classes, and still was keeping at this "responsible adult" thing, even if his mom would argue that sometimes having ramyun and a roll cake and calling it dinner did not constitute as "adulting." Last time they talked, his dad admitted to being proud of him, which wasn't something Remi ever really knew he wanted to hear from either parent, but somehow gave him a sense of relief.

He had his laptop up and running, and had Skype up in case anyone wanted to talk, but he forgot time zones were a thing and so it had been quiet pretty much all day (minus Anya mentioning she'd be allowed to spend Christmas day with him). So he startled a bit when the chat notification sound came on. He stared at his screen for a moment before realize Minglong couldn't read minds (and he figured no one would want to read his mind anyway).

"It's been fine. I finished the semester with a 3.9, and the comment from my Korean teacher that I am "excelling" in the intensive courses. I don't get to see Anya quite as much as I expected, but she does a good job of keeping in touch. I don't really have any friends but I'm sure that's expected. My roommate is a pretty chill guy. Don't know that he'd call me a 'friend' yet but -shrug-. Joined the music club partway through the semester, which is good Korean practice and also a good way to keep up my violin. Still undeclared major. Might major in psychology. Don't want to know how my mum would react to that though. What's been up with you?"

He pressed send and waited for Minglong's response. He just kind of gave an entire summary without intending to, but had a feeling Minglong would welcome him actually being cordial about conversation.

Remi nodded as he typed a response, "Yeah, it seems like she's constantly running around to some practice or something. So I'm not surprised, just a bit disappointed, I guess. Kinda hoped by being in the same country as her, I'd get to see my baby sister a little more than if I had stayed in Seattle. Not that that was the only reason I moved, but it was a big reason."

He read through the rest of Minglong's messages before pulling up his web browser, looking through Youtube for the club's last performance. "I don't have a big part in it, but this was the last performance the club did." He added the link and then pressed send.

He chuckled at Minglong's mentioning of using the "sitting on him" method; typing, "I've been an awful good boy, actually." He joked, adding an angel emoji at the end of the sentence. He had of course gotten into minor trouble, mainly at school, but never enough to even garner attention from professors. He'd promised Anya (and, to a lesser extent, his parents), he'd behave if he got to come to Korea, and so he was going to follow through on that.

"I am of course still interested in music, but my parents think they've been subtle in nudging me to look at other majors to get better jobs or something. Like, they still support me and all in violin but want me to consider other options, so I figured I'd humor them. I have time, since this is only my first year, so it's not like taking a couple extra classes could hurt." He made a note to look into a sociology class, that seemed slightly more interesting than psychology while still being in the same vein as it. Or maybe he'd do one of both.

Remi grinned at Minglong's comment, typing quickly, "sure it is! The horns are there just to keep the halo up" and adding another angel emoji before pressing send.

He realized Minglong had a good point, and he felt like maybe he was playing into his parent's game somewhat by agreeing to not pick music as a major. But, based on her current projectory, Anya was probably going to major in music once she got into college, would they stop her from majoring in music? He tried to shake off the bitter feeling bubbling up.

"yeah, sure, let's video chat. (:" He sent Minglong after realizing he'd been quiet for a bit too long.

Remi clicked the answer call button when it popped up, and fixed his hair a bit as he waited for his computer to bring up the camera. As Minglong appeared on his computer screen, he smiled a bit. "Hey stranger." He said teasingly, though he had a feeling his voice didn't portray that he was teasing. "What's up?"

Remi smiled slightly. "It's been... different. I feel more relaxed without my parents breathing down my throat every two seconds. I guess it's also kinda nice to be somewhere where no one besides my sister knows me well enough to be like... weary? Of me..." He realized he was rambling and went quiet. As he did so, he thought he heard something, but took it as an auditory hallucination (and not even an annoying one for once) and ignored it. "My psychiatrist here is interesting. His English is solely psychological, so I get language practice by attending doctors appointments," He added with a laugh. "Oh! I joined the music club recently. A lot of them are surprised when I tell them I've been playing less than ten years."

Remi nodded absentmindedly, still thinking about if he was playing into his parent's game by considering majors other than music. He grinned widely at the compliment and puffed out his chest a bit, but didn't reply to it.

Remi thought over his answer before replying, giving Minglong a nod, "Yeah, he's not bad. We've gotten into enough of a rhythm that we don't bother each other when the other needs space, or something. He's also gotten used to helping me if my hallucinations act up, like, if I can't tell if something is real or not." He paused, "It hasn't been too much of a problem, but like, it has happened." He added. He grinned, "And he's a wicked cook, and often shares his creations with me, so I guess he's cool."