10-15-2017, 08:35 PM
Moving to Russia had been a bit of a gamble, leaving his home in the states to find inspiration abroad. It was a massive change, especially when you don't really speak the language. Tobias Garou was an artist of many styles, but he'd felt his work growing stale as of late. A friend offered him an apartment in Moscow and told him about a studio space he could rent, so he decided to take the chance.
The Alpha hadn't yet found that spark, the true inspiration he was hoping for. But he would never give up, and trying something new was just what he needed. The apartment wasn't what he was expecting. Very well lived in, but clean enough. Tobias didn't mind the small space because he wouldn't spend much time there anyway. He had adopted a stray cat not long after moving in, the orange furball decided to follow him home from the grocery store, and Tobias just couldn't say no to his pleading eyes.
He woke to his radio alarm, rolling out of bed and dressing in a half-awake state before shutting off the radio and going to make breakfast. Simple eggs and bacon, sharing some scraps with Jones, the orange tom cat. He made coffee and grumbled about it being awful to his furry companion, then went about cleaning up and finishing getting dressed. He sat around watching the news and practicing his Russian before leaving a bit late in the morning to go to his new studio.
Of course, moving men had already moved his things in, but left them all in one spot near the door. Tobias grumbled and went about unpacking and moving things around. He took several breaks, taking note of his neighbor, a dance studio. He would sit and listen to the music and to the instructor, managing to understand most of it. But going back to setting things up, he continued to grumble about having to move things on his own.
It was late in the day by the time he finished getting things where he wanted them. Setting up areas for painting or sculpting, an area to relax, and an area where he could sleep if he ended up being there too late. Of course, he set up an area for people to come and see his artwork, making sure it was close to the doorway. When he was done, he expected the building to be vacant, but as he left, he heard music coming from the dance studio.
He wandered over, slowly opening the door and peering in. He paused, seeing a lone figure dancing to the music. He watched intently, never once noticing the flaws of the dancer, only seeing the grace with which he moved. He stood quietly, just watching until he finished. He opened the door slowly before clapping a few times and attempting awkward praise in Russian. A warm smile on his face, pale blue eyes sparkling.
The Alpha hadn't yet found that spark, the true inspiration he was hoping for. But he would never give up, and trying something new was just what he needed. The apartment wasn't what he was expecting. Very well lived in, but clean enough. Tobias didn't mind the small space because he wouldn't spend much time there anyway. He had adopted a stray cat not long after moving in, the orange furball decided to follow him home from the grocery store, and Tobias just couldn't say no to his pleading eyes.
He woke to his radio alarm, rolling out of bed and dressing in a half-awake state before shutting off the radio and going to make breakfast. Simple eggs and bacon, sharing some scraps with Jones, the orange tom cat. He made coffee and grumbled about it being awful to his furry companion, then went about cleaning up and finishing getting dressed. He sat around watching the news and practicing his Russian before leaving a bit late in the morning to go to his new studio.
Of course, moving men had already moved his things in, but left them all in one spot near the door. Tobias grumbled and went about unpacking and moving things around. He took several breaks, taking note of his neighbor, a dance studio. He would sit and listen to the music and to the instructor, managing to understand most of it. But going back to setting things up, he continued to grumble about having to move things on his own.
It was late in the day by the time he finished getting things where he wanted them. Setting up areas for painting or sculpting, an area to relax, and an area where he could sleep if he ended up being there too late. Of course, he set up an area for people to come and see his artwork, making sure it was close to the doorway. When he was done, he expected the building to be vacant, but as he left, he heard music coming from the dance studio.
He wandered over, slowly opening the door and peering in. He paused, seeing a lone figure dancing to the music. He watched intently, never once noticing the flaws of the dancer, only seeing the grace with which he moved. He stood quietly, just watching until he finished. He opened the door slowly before clapping a few times and attempting awkward praise in Russian. A warm smile on his face, pale blue eyes sparkling.