10-16-2011, 07:14 AM
Afanassii was in his room, tinkering. While he was essentially a prisoner here, he had to begrudgingly admit that the rooms left nothing to be desired. He had a separate changing area and an enormous bed and when he was lucky, he could sneak a glance at the fantastic view from... whatever story he was on.
It had been only a short time since Esmeralda had gotten her clutches on him and he wasn't quite sure what she had planned to do with him. Most of the past few days, Nassii found himself sitting about his room, searching for anything he could use to attempt to reconstruct his transportation device. He had tried to keep it a secret project and was currently wracking his brain over what he could say it was if ever the melon-sized contraption was found in its hiding spot in the wardrobe....
There was some commotion out in the hallway and he momentarily raised his fair chin and looked in the direction of the ornately carved door. So rarely had he received any attention so far that he was beginning to believe he was forgotten. "Suits me..." He said, exhaling as he turned back to his work.
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