Gerasim's small eyes traced the crew as they went into the hatch one after the other. He put both his hands behind his back and rubbed them both together, the rubber-like skin of one hand always off-putting but also fascinating for him. The last one walked right past him, and he kept a good look at the canine-like Chongwu. "Having a hard time not looking when it's already poorly cowered. Excuse me." He says with a wink upon which follows a wry grin.
Her struggle with the ladder he watches until her tail tip disappears behind the cold metal. He stands there and goes to hark for them, hearing their muffled voices from up. 'And now that the kids are out, let's see what this is all about.' He thinks to himself, and his wry grin turns into a reserved smile.
Gerasim turns around and marches with a quick step and a silence unbecoming of his size to the cabinet. 'Right, there's no way Ivan has this bar to drink alone. He's a pure community drinker. Unlike me.'
Reaching into it, he pushes most bottles to the side, all of them lining up neatly to the side. His eyes lose focus for a bit as he glances at the bottle of Italian wine. The bottle he finds suddenly in his hand, but he stops himself from opening it just about. He sighs, puts it to his mouth, and gives it a light kiss before putting it on top of the cabinet. A caressing hand sensually runs along upon it until finally, the bottle is in peace.
Gerasim lowers his head back and gets back to searching the cabinet, pushing every irregularity, trying to find a hidden switch or anything, throwing a glance backward every two seconds, and always listening for any incoming noise. 'Hey, that's a real small compartment for its si-' He thinks, and his face falters for a second upon the realization. Annoyed at himself for not noticing that trick earlier, he roughly pushes back the 'back' of the compartment, revealing the now un-hidden compartment. He reaches inside with both his fuzzy hands, a tingling sensation coming over his hands the closer he gets, almost leading him towards it like a detector, then outright his fingers start to buzz as he touches it. 'What the hell.' Gently, he pulls it out, his eyebrows furrow.
Her struggle with the ladder he watches until her tail tip disappears behind the cold metal. He stands there and goes to hark for them, hearing their muffled voices from up. 'And now that the kids are out, let's see what this is all about.' He thinks to himself, and his wry grin turns into a reserved smile.
Gerasim turns around and marches with a quick step and a silence unbecoming of his size to the cabinet. 'Right, there's no way Ivan has this bar to drink alone. He's a pure community drinker. Unlike me.'
Reaching into it, he pushes most bottles to the side, all of them lining up neatly to the side. His eyes lose focus for a bit as he glances at the bottle of Italian wine. The bottle he finds suddenly in his hand, but he stops himself from opening it just about. He sighs, puts it to his mouth, and gives it a light kiss before putting it on top of the cabinet. A caressing hand sensually runs along upon it until finally, the bottle is in peace.
Gerasim lowers his head back and gets back to searching the cabinet, pushing every irregularity, trying to find a hidden switch or anything, throwing a glance backward every two seconds, and always listening for any incoming noise. 'Hey, that's a real small compartment for its si-' He thinks, and his face falters for a second upon the realization. Annoyed at himself for not noticing that trick earlier, he roughly pushes back the 'back' of the compartment, revealing the now un-hidden compartment. He reaches inside with both his fuzzy hands, a tingling sensation coming over his hands the closer he gets, almost leading him towards it like a detector, then outright his fingers start to buzz as he touches it. 'What the hell.' Gently, he pulls it out, his eyebrows furrow.
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